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Cassie Bircham sat at her desk, propping her head up with her chin resting lazily in her palm. She stared at the whiteboard behind her teacher with glassed-over eyes, none of the information from the middle-aged sheepdog's lecture even reaching her. Her mind was elsewhere—like it always was in class—but not for any of the typical reasons of an average, unfocused teenage girl.

She actually loved school. Not because she particularly excelled in academics, or enjoyed learning, or even because she was finally on the cheerleading team—something she'd wanted for three whole years ever since she was a freshman, only finally having achieved her spot on the squad just before finishing her junior year. No, she loved school because it got her away from the house. Away from them. School was the only place she was truly safe; the only place she could know with absolute certainty that for the next eight hours of the day, nothing would happen to her, whereas back home, it was a terrifying toss-up hour by hour whether she'd be left alone or whether they would-...

The whiskers on Cassie's left cheek twitched, her pretty orange and white fox face scrunching in discomfort just as it always did when she accidentally reminded herself of any intimate details... not that she could ever seem to help it.

She plucked a stray strand of her golden hair out of her face and hooked it back behind her ear. Her life had fallen into hell the moment her mom married that dumbass crocodile.

Cassie loved her mom, but boy, was the woman absolute garbage with character judgement. So what if the creep had money and their lives had never been better off? He was an arrogant sleaze from day one. Cassie could hardly believe the fact he had not three, not four, not five, but seven sons wasn't a deal-breaker. Bate, Dean, Javel, Zeedin, Arlos, Mallick and Trekan, all of them crocodiles just like their gross father.

After the "wedding"—if it could even be called that with how fast it went—they'd decided rather than uproot and live in a new house on one of her stepfather's several properties around the country, he and his scum-bucket lizard offspring would just move in with her and her mother so Cassie could stay in school and keep all her friends. Barely two months after her eighteenth birthday, the teenage fox suddenly found herself living with seven older brothers she'd never wanted... and all of them were just horrible.

They treated her so bad. They were mean, and crude, and nasty. Making fun of her, ganging up on her, snatching food right out of her hands and eating it in front of her, constantly deriding her and insulting her hobbies. Not one of them was nice... not even one! She'd been an only child her whole life. She had no idea how to deal with sharing a living space with boys, let alone being picked on—especially now that she was the only girl in the house besides her mother. There was absolutely no frame of reference for her to draw from; nothing to help her stand up for herself, so she just put up with it... again, and again, and again, and again, and again!

Cassie had thought about biting back at her crocodilian stepbrothers a few times, but she'd grown up so non-confrontational that the idea only ever sat in her head as a quiet fantasy that bubbled into the foreground of her thoughts whenever those boys would make her properly upset. It certainly didn't help that they always outnumbered her... by a lot. Far too often had Cassie found herself brooding alone about her situation immediately after being bullied by all seven of them, lying to herself that she'd have the courage to somehow defend herself next time.

Furthermore, the last thing she wanted to do was run the risk of ruining her mother's long-sought happily ever after that she'd wanted so badly ever since her first husband—Cassie's biological father—turned out to be a lying con artist with multiple secret affairs and got himself sentenced to thirty years when his grimy criminal record finally caught up with him. It'd broken her mother's heart, and Cassie couldn't possibly bring herself to become a wrench in the gears of her mother's happiness, no matter the multitude of gripes she'd had with the new arrangements.

Cassie wished she was tougher, and every time she was away from those scaled brutes, she swore to herself she'd stand up to them, tell them off, throw something at them to show them she was serious this time!

...But then she went home again, and the moment she was alone with all of them, she always melted right back into her typical, shy-little-kitten state of mind. Always being reminded up close and personal how much bigger each of them were than her, with even the shortest of her stepbrothers standing a solid eight inches higher than her. Their genetically huge, scary dinosaur teeth protruding out from under their upper lips all across those elongated, creepy snouts that made their awful smiles so much eerier to see. The way they'd push her hard onto the couch and watch her smaller figure bounce off the cushions. The times they'd box her in and not let her leave the room so they could make fun of her all together. Even when one of them would sneak up behind her and steal her unlocked phone right out of her hands, going through her pictures and loudly commenting mean things about them while she shouted and wrestled to get it back. Every damn time, she'd just clam up and tolerate it until they were finished. The times when she'd try to put her foot down were consistently weak and spiritless, having no real energy behind them besides a coy "That's enough," or a tepid "I mean it..."

Her mother had overheard it happening only a small handful of times, and the only help she ever offered was an occasional "Be sure to assert yourself, dear," that the older vixen would say hours after the fact. Her mom had always been oblivious, and routinely employed tunnel-vision on whatever it was she was doing or thinking. That was just the way she'd always been, and it'd certainly played a role in her getting duped into a bogus marriage the first time. In fact, that very flaw was precisely why Cassie could hardly believe her mother had fallen for the egotistical dolt that was Cassie's new stepdad. Had the woman learned nothing from last time!? What did her mother even see in him? He was a self-centered, play-pretend-romantic, showoff idiot lizard with his ugly grey and green scales and missing his front-right tooth and his fat dumb tail that he dragged across the ground all the time and that hideous log-nose all crocodiles have and-

Cassie's eyes drifted over to her teacher's unoccupied desk, scanning the cup of pencils and pens next to a fake plastic apple.

She tried not to be bitter. Her mother had never been happier in all her life being with that loser whose financial status was almost certainly the result of ill-begotten gains. The quote-unquote 'business trips' her mom accompanied her new husband on that obviously doubled as luxury vacations probably helped blindside her a great deal to the man she'd actually married...

...And it was like a punch in the gut for Cassie the very first time her mother had left the house to go with that craggily tycoon crocodile to "make the rounds on his investments" or some such fancily-worded excuse, leaving Cassie alone with her seven insufferable stepbrothers for two whole weeks!

Cassie's mind wandered back to that awful, horrible day. That was the day when her life went from sucky and unfair to horrific and nightmarish.

It was a Friday, and Cassie came home from school at 3:30 PM, her stepbrothers waiting for her arrival with unkind intent as usual. They ambushed her in the kitchen, blocking the exits out of the room like they often did when they wanted to tease or demean her as a group.

The eldest brother, Zeedin, aged twenty-six, grabbed her phone off the counter while she was making a sandwich for herself, triggering Cassie into an all-too-familiar spin-around as she reached for his grip, the bulky croc ignoring her signature whine of "Give it baaaaack!" as he towered over her.

Zeedin flipped the phone around to show her her own lockscreen that displayed her sitting at the school cafeteria and smiling into the camera with a sassy head-tilt while holding up a peace sign hand gesture with two fingers.

"You're so photogenic, Cass," he rumbled with a haughty smile on his big, dumb, footlong snout.

"Why don't you ever send us those cute selfies?" said Bate leaning on the fridge with folded arms.

"Yeah, we miss you when you're at school. Some nice pictures of our lovely sister would go a long way!" said Dean from across the island.

"step-sister!" Cassie corrected him tersely with a flick of an ear and a rumpled brow, never liking the fact they always left that part out. "Give it back!"

In hindsight, it wasn't that uncharacteristic of them. They'd asked her for favors before, then promptly insulted her about the way she did it as though that was the original goal the whole time. They were also regularly on the same page about what they wanted to bully her with before even coming to find her and do it, so it wasn't uncommon they'd speak one after the other like that... but there was a strange energy in the air. Something was different this time, and Cassie could feel it. They seemed more jovial than normal... excited about something that went beyond casually tormenting her for fun like they always did.

"Let us take a picture, and you get your phone back!" said Zeedin, holding her personal device up above his head where she wasn't even remotely close to reaching, even as she attempted to jump up for it.

"Fine!" huffed Cassie sharply.

"Butchya gotta smile!" said Arlos standing directly behind her.

"Fiiiine!" she pouted, agitation clear in her voice.

Zeedin pulled out his own phone and pointed it down at Cassie. His smile wrinkling into a toothy sneer—something she'd only ever seen him do a couple times before while teasing her when she was in her pajamas. "Okay, smile! Ready?" he taunted her.

"Hurry up..." she snipped back.

Arlos inched closer from behind her. His eyes raising up to Zeedin's with a conniving grin.

Zeedin counted down. "Five... four... three... two..." Cassie put on a low-effort, fake smile through pursed lips, but before Zeedin even said 'one', Arlos reached around Cassie from behind faster than she'd ever realized a crocodile could and grabbed the bottom of her shirt in his fist, pulling it straight up past her neck and over her head, his left hand swooping around her other side and in toward her bosom, hooking two fingers into the center of her bra connecting the cups and yanking it straight down harsh and fast.

Cassie's breasts spilled free into open view before her mind could fully process what Arlos was doing... and then the phone's camera flash went off.

The room erupted into boyish hoots and hollers, mean-spirited whistles and cat calls tumbling over each other.

As she felt her bust fall out into the air, for the shortest fraction of a second, Cassie thought it was a mistake on their part, and their typical routine of harassing her had accidentally caused a wardrobe malfunction they hadn't intended... but the shock of realization that swiftly followed hit her like a truck. Her stepbrothers had just deliberately pulled out her bare breasts for all of them to ogle, with their peals of rude howling and rowdy laughter confirming it in the most horrible of ways.

"STOP IT!" Cassie screamed louder than she ever had with them before, but not a single one of them was deterred.

She tried to grab at her own shirt and pull it back down her head so she could see again, but Arlos bit down on the rumple of fabric, capturing her shirt in his powerful jaws and keeping it up over her eyes. He placed both his hands over her bare breasts, squeezing them aggressively as he growled in delight, mashing them together in his large, scalie palms while Zeedin leaned in closer, another flash coming from his phone as he aimed it directly at her newly naked chest, snapping close-ups of his brother roving his hands all over the white fuzz of Cassie's beautiful mounds.

This was entirely too far! This was leaps and bounds beyond anything they'd ever even joked about doing to her at their absolute meanest. Was this really what they thought a prank was?

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!! STOOOOP!!!" shrieked Cassie in absolute terror, feeling Arlos' strong hands kneading her tits like stiff bread dough, applying far more force in his squeezing fingers than was necessary, his digits sinking into the pliable flesh of each breast as he squished them in his hands out of sync. Left, then right, then left, then right. Another flash. The sound of boys laughing over each other closed in on her. Her bra was unhooked and fell to the floor, and her shirt was pulled all the way off. All she could see was their leering, long-snouted faces in every direction, far closer than they had been just moments before. Multiple sets of hands descended upon her, touching her and groping her and feeling her up anywhere and everywhere they could. Hands stroked along her arms, palms gliding down her thighs to her ankles. Someone wedged their fingers between her thighs and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. Another someone's finger and thumb pinched down on her right nipple, then pulled it outward until it stung before releasing and letting her breast jiggle back into place. Another flash.

Cassie thrashed in desperation, shrieking incoherently with her long golden hair whipping back and forth, trying to get their hands off of her to traumatizingly little effect. Their invasive gropes suddenly turned to tight grapples, clenching down on her limbs, waist and shoulders. They lifted her up off her feet and carried her topless form—kicking and screaming—toward the basement door, laughing maniacally among themselves as they brought her to the steps and continuing to grope her even as they went down the flight of stairs.

Cassie shifted her weight onto her other side as she sat at her desk, softly biting the inside of her cheek and staring out into an invisible nothingness in front of her.

She hated that fucking basement now. Granted, it had been unfinished for as long as she could remember, and only had the work done thanks to her stepfather's money, but she still had some fun memories of hide-and-seek with friends down there from when she was little. Now, though, that whole below-ground floor of the house had been swiftly completed, packed full of silly luxuries, and entirely repurposed into a 'Croc Den' for her stepbrothers right after they'd moved in.

The house only had two bedrooms: Cassie's, and her mother's. The basement had been an obvious pick to refurbish into a giant shared space where all seven of Cassie's crocodile stepbrothers slept, ate, played games, watched tv, and—of course—plotted their next scheme to harass their stepsister.

It smelled like 'boy' down there. That was the only way Cassie could describe it. Not boy's body odor, just... the scent of male. They were crocodiles, after all. They lounged in bodies of water daily. Her stepdad had set his sons up with the most elaborate indoor hot tub system money could buy according to the square footage of the basement's available space. A huge tub ran all along the full length of the back wall from corner to corner. It even had water jets, color-adjustable submerged lights, and a wall-mounted widescreen tv with a waterproof remote control.

Cassie had wanted to use it several times in the past, but knowing it was guarded by her stepbrothers twenty-four-seven combined with the fact she was already plenty adverse to being around them any longer than necessary had always spooked her off of the prospect of treading down there in a swimsuit, knowing with absolute certainty that the last thing they'd do is leave her alone to enjoy their hot water. Plus, the smell of the basement made her uncomfortable... tingly, almost. She couldn't put her finger right on it, but that sort of musk that permeated the walls, floor and ceiling told her nose far too... intimately whose environment she was walking into, and it most certainly wasn't hers. Nothing like her pink and white bedroom that she always kept smelling nice and flowery.

Though, by the time she was let out of that basement, it definitely smelled quite a bit different.

It was so grossly ironic, too. She'd wanted to try that incredible hot tub time and time again, always talking herself out of it. Cassie never imagined she'd be dragged down to that basement against her will like a piece of prized meat being transported by a pack of handsy, smiling beasts, bringing her closer and closer to an experience that would end up being the farthest possible thing from the tranquil relaxation she'd initially sought out of those rich, steamy waters.

Cassie's stepbrothers carried her to the center of the room and started eagerly stripping her down, her socks pulled off and pink scrunchy bun taken out of her hair. Trekan trapped her torso in his arms from behind while Javel gripped the waistline of her shorts and stepped backward, dragging them not down but out toward himself, the maneuver pulling her legs up and straight out horizontally before her pants passed beyond her ankles and came all the way off, letting her feet fall free and back down. They even pulled off her friendship bracelet she always wore, leaving her in nothing but her panties before they forced her into the hot tub with them.

"P-pl-hease stoooop! I'll tell my mom! I'LL TELL YOUR DAAAD! Staa-haawp!" cried Cassie in wailing despair, tears in her eyes and a quiver in her throat. But it did nothing. They all just ignored her, acting like she hadn't even said anything at all—like she wasn't screaming in distress. They were just laughing to themselves, talking about how she had "perfect titties" or a "cute ass" like she wasn't even in the room with them to hear it, coordinating with each other to keep her restrained as they entered the water with her squirming body in their collective grasp.

She was sat in Bate's lap facing forward, the back of her shoulders pressed into his pecs, her frail arms clamped under his muscly ones, keeping them locked at her sides as he reached around and fondled her breasts to entertain himself, giving her a tender "Shhhhh," from over her shoulder as she sobbed on top of him, looking down her front and watching him roll her tits apart and together in his hands with soft and loving motions. Arlos and Zeedin held each of her legs open from either side as Mallick—the youngest at age twenty—waded deftly through the water from across the tub, phone already in hand and pointed her way. He positioned himself right up in front of her presented nethers, her underwear completely soaked from the submersion in the hot tub and molding around the contours of her pussy, showing an extremely pronounced camel toe front and center.

Mallick smirked deviously, his phone aimed right at her crotch. He hooked a pinky finger behind the gusset of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her bared vulva. His thumb and pointer finger nestled themselves over the lips of her flower and parted them open, showing the most forbidden of pinks inside. A soft rumble of satisfaction vibrated from his throat, his eyes laser-focused on her privy interior.

Trekan approached from Mallick's right side and leaned in to peer at the screen's view, smiling to himself as he took in what it was capturing. He raised two fingers to Mallick's phone and dragged them in opposite directions across the screen, his smile broadening as he did.

That's when Cassie spotted the blinking light. Mallick wasn't readying to take pictures like Zeedin... he was currently recording video! And Trekan was zooming the focus in to make sure he got the perfect shot. They were spreading her pussy and recording what it looked like inside! Cassie went flush, hopelessly mortified at the revelation.

She whined and wriggled in their grasp. "Mmmmnnnnnooooooo! Please don't! Pleaaaaase!"

"Shhhh, shh shh shh," cooed Bate into her ear from behind, "Don't worry, Cass. Just be a good girl," he whispered sweetly, huddling her up into his arms and pressing her tits tightly together, holding them there as he spoke.

This was by far the nicest Bate had ever treated her since these swamp thugs had set up shop in her life, and he was the only one that was at least acknowledging her distress. The others paid it no mind, keeping all their focus on assaulting her body like it wasn't even a part of her—like her naked flesh was a shared toy they'd all just unwrapped.

They brought her legs together, pointed her feet up to the ceiling, and pulled her panties all the way off, the phone capturing the resulting pout of her pussy peeking out between her shut and raised thighs as the undergarments came free from her high feet and were tossed away.

Cassie's lower half was settled back down and allowed to sink under the water, leaving her now completely nude and surrounded by seven horny crocodile boys all ready to violate her six ways to Sunday and back, some of them in soggy t-shirts, others shirtless in swim trunks.

Mallick handed his still-recording phone to Trekan at his right, then started lowering himself deeper into the hot tub, looking up at Cassie from between her parted knees with a disturbingly sultry gaze as his shoulders sank down below the water level, then his neck, then his snout, eyeing her mischievously the whole time as he sunk down and dipped beneath the surface exactly like a prowling crocodile would.

Cassie watched Mallick's elongated head vanish into the water with wide, apprehensive eyes, tracking the shape of his head as it became wavy and blurry under the ripples. Her breathing came heavier, her breasts rising and falling with the heaves of her chest—much to Bate's gropey delight. The dread and tension rapidly built up in her as to why a naturally aquatic predator would be leveling his massive jaws with the most delicate and sensitive place on her body while underwater. She couldn't even tell how close he actually was to her groin from the refraction, all she could tell was that he was most definitely aiming for it. Cassie was overwhelmed by the sheer sense of vulnerability that rushed through her as she eyed that distorted crocodile snout below the water drifting closer and closer to her intimates.

She felt Mallick's snout playfully nudging at her inner thigh, triggering her to yelp in response and promptly shut her legs. He gripped her clenching knees beneath the water's surface and easily pushed them back open, pressing his snout further inward until the tip of his nose smooshed up against her clitoral hood, pursing his lips into a point at the front of his long muzzle and wrapping them over the folds of her pussy, kissing and nibbling and suckling on the defenseless pink petals between her submerged thighs.

Cassie jumped in Bate's grasp, her tits briefly jiggling out of his big hands as she jolted upward. "Plll-euuaa-heaa-zze!" she whimpered.

Bate held her tighter, stiffening his embrace like he was a lover holding her close. His right hand tweaked her nipple while his left cupped the other mound and roved his palm up, over, around, and back down under the breastflesh in his grasp. "Is he kissing your cunt down there? ... Mmm?" purred Bate, speaking in a deceptively kind tone. "Don't worry, Cassie," he whispered to the petrified fox girl in his lap, mashing both his hands down into her tits with splayed-apart fingers, indenting his digits into the supple flesh of each. "We're gonna take such goooood care of you while mom is away," he growled wickedly, sending a shiver up Cassie's spine, Mallick still ravenously smooching her bare vulva under the water all the while.

Trekan framed Cassie's upper half on the phone screen, capturing all of her from the waist up as Bate sweetly molested her bosom in full view. Trekan grinned like some vicious, long-faced goblin as he held the phone, watching what it was capturing on the small screen, keeping Cassie's face in the shot as it winced and contorted in reaction to being simultaneously eaten out under the water and felt up above it, the helpless teen trying half-heartedly to squirm or wriggle out of her position to no avail.

Javel stood idly across from Trekan on Mallick's other side, facing the action and watching it all unfold. He pulled his trunks down into the water and stepped out of them, letting free a raging navy-blue cock matching his secondary scale color that ran along his frontside from chin to tail.

He began casually pleasuring himself, stroking his mast in his hand as he looked Cassie up and down, watching her being held down completely nude on top of Bate and getting helplessly ravished while sporting that big, toothy, crocodile smile.

Cassie's eyes immediately shot over to her right and locked onto Javel's cock as it sprang out into the open, letting out a small gasp that barely blended in with her already uneasy breaths as she took in the sight of what he was doing.

How could he just... get naked like that? Like it was no big deal? She could see him! All of him! Didn't he care his stepsister could see his big, hard, gross, reptilian-

Her squirming lessened, her eyes transfixed on Javel's cock as he rubbed it up and down in his grasp. Bate had his hands flat under her tits and was bobbing them insultingly up and down, making them jiggle and dance for the camera. Mallick was using his tongue under the water, pressing it over her folds, teasingly tracing the shape of her hole, then prodding inward... but she still couldn't look away from Javel. Her eyes darted back and forth between up at his leering, hungry face and back down to his lewd, shameless, masturbatory motions, stroking himself like he'd done it a thousand times before and it didn't matter that a girl was looking.

Cassie had never seen a cock in real life before. It was always in a book, or a sex ed presentation, or on a computer screen at home when her friends sent her something naughty as a joke. But this was different. This one was real, and right there in the room with her. It was big... in a scary way. She'd known how the 'functions' of everything worked for a long time, but... seeing an actual boy's big, meaty, turgid breeding spire in person suddenly raised the most obvious question: were those things really meant to fit inside her?

Her stepbrothers were obviously all bigger than she was, and always made that very clear whenever their bullying got physical... but seeing that hardened boymeat with a scalie hand running leisurely along it somehow put that sense of bigness on a whole other level. She was staring at an actual cock! And it was staring right back at her! A guy's real-life 'thing' in the flesh—so much flesh, even—thick and girthy from its fully erect state just sitting right there out in the open not even four feet away from her, the head of it jutting out proud and somehow arrogant, the skin behind the head being actively rolled back and forth in the curl of Javel's fingers as his grip shifted up and down its length. The dark blue leathery scrotum hanging just below at his shaft's base made her feel especially dirty for even looking at, but she couldn't help it. Couldn't help that she'd secretly wanted to see real-life boy parts for a long time. Couldn't help that it was hijacking her brain and making her think nasty things. Couldn't help the strange, magnetic draw of how taboo it was to see the stiff cock of someone she lived with—especially someone older than her. But above all, she just couldn't help the tightly wound knot of bliss in her lower belly that was seconds away from snapping as Mallick pressed his tongue halfway up her pussy under the water and began writhing it around in circles.

Bate kept her comfortable in his lap and brought his hands up to the sides of her face, his fingers curling down and under her jawline. He pulled her head straight up toward the ceiling to look at him upside down, then leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He immediately slipped his tongue inside, dwarfing the size of her own and promptly feeding as much of his tongue past her teeth as he could, filling up the space in her mouth and bulging out her left cheek. A pitiful, muffled "Mmmhhff-ghhkk!" was her only response.

Dean and Zeedin spotted their opening, crouching down into the water and moving in from her left and right, both of them lunging their snouts down and forward, capturing each of her nipples in their mouths and sucking on both her tits at once, a hand from each of them cupping the respective breastflesh, squishing and kneading it as their mouths kept at work.

Four crocodile mouths at once was more than enough to send Cassie over the edge, her eyes rolling up into her head as she exploded into the first of many mind-numbing orgasms down in that infamous basement. Her thighs shook violently under the water, releasing a strung-together gasp broken up into rapid little inhales by the pleasure-quake coursing through her, an other-worldly shriek echoing out of her chords and thoroughly muffled by the crocodile tongue lodged into the top of her throat.

There was just nothing she could do... how had it come to this?

Cassie's eyes drifted up to the classroom's clock above the whiteboard, dully watching the second hand tick away.

That first time her stepbrothers had made her cum, she remembered so clearly how dirty and defeated she'd felt for failing; for letting them whiteout her brain with euphoria and then pompously laughing at her for it... but thinking back to the details from afar, she was stupidly outsized, outmuscled, and outnumbered. It would only ever have ended that way once it got going, which only made her feel a tiny modicum better.

She uncrossed her legs from under her desk, then crossed them the other way, trying to stifle an all-too-familiar tension inside her as she thought back to the day her world officially turned upside down, her mind running through all those unimaginably explicit details in what was now a near-automatic routine for her during her more boring school periods.

She thought about what they did to her. Thought about how it made her feel. Compared it to how much more they'd end up doing after that first night... and inevitably found herself wondering if there was anything she could've done differently that would have stopped it from snowballing into what was now her day-to-day life.

Each and every time she got home now, at least one of them was in her pants before dinner, often forcing her to eat on the couch in front of the tv while one of them knelt down at the foot of the sofa and ate her at the same time.

Sometimes one of them would walk up to her and kiss her on the lips rude and gross and sloppy, making lecherous, exaggerated mouth noises as a means to flaunt that she couldn't do anything about it, usually ending the kiss with a big, nasty, full-tongue lick up along her face, coating her pretty bangs in boy saliva.

Other times they would come up and just begin silently stripping her, not saying a thing and not taking no for an answer, just pulling her clothes off like it was a well-established habit that needed no words. Then they'd put her in a pose like she was a life-size Barbie doll and take a picture of her like that with her own phone, setting it as her lock screen background and not letting her change it for the whole week. Cassie still quietly changed it back to something normal at the start of every school day, though, then set it back to what they wanted before getting home. She just couldn't take the risk of a grumpy teacher or a prankster classmate taking her phone, turning on the screen, and immediately feasting their eyes upon the still image of Cassie herself doing one of her cheer team's signature warm-up stretches while stark naked and perfectly flashing her teen pussy to the camera, or a waist-up shot of her propping her own bare tits up with the wrists of her crossed arms while looking sullenly out of frame.

Every single day now, whenever she walked by one of them, her heart consistently skipped a beat wondering if the crocodile boy she was trying to slink past would suddenly push her up against the wall, yank her pants and panties down, grab ahold of her ass cheeks with way too much force and pull them apart to stare at her naked holes, making visible finger marks on each of her buttocks from the powerful grip.

After the first four times that exact thing had happened, she caught on pretty quick that it was yet another of their awful games, and her role was to stand there in the hallway with her ass held open until she'd put her palms flat to the wall in front of her, look over her shoulder and speak the words "Thank you, sir" while an older boy pried her butt apart and took in the most obscene eyeful. If she didn't say it, she could expect the encounter to turn into a series of horribly loud, stinging spanks combined with verbal orders to "Say thank you, slut!" between each slap swinging down on her tender behind. The blows to her bottom were always more than strong enough to make her yelp and cry, and that always lured more of her stepbrothers to investigate—and, of course, join in—which was the last thing she wanted. The sooner she caved and said the magic words, the sooner she'd be allowed to walk away... though, not always with her pants still on her body. Often they'd keep those as a souvenir, making her spend the rest of the day in her underwear no matter where she went in the house, and punishing her vigorously if she was dumb enough to put on a new pair without permission.

Those were just weekdays, though. Every Friday night without fail, they all pounced her like a pack of horny animals executing a thoroughly premeditated attack, sometimes ripping her clothes in the process, and only leaving her alone after the last of them had finally fallen asleep, letting her creep away to clean herself up in peace—assuming it was one of the better Fridays where she hadn't totally passed out before they were even done with her. Those sorts of Fridays would have her waking up in the middle of the night covered in cum and surrounded by napping, nude lizards, having to carefully sneak out of the circle their sleeping bodies had formed around her to get away and wash up before morning. If she was too loud, or tripped over one of them on her wobbly legs, they'd all wake up, pull her back into the swarm of their big, scalie bodies, and the whole thing would start again until the sun came up.

The start of any weekend was always fresh hell for Cassie. She was probably the only girl in school that hated Saturday mornings with all her heart, mostly because she'd wake up feeling sore, or soggy, or stretched, or all of the above. That, and also because she'd rarely have more than four hours of the day to herself before one of them would come and do something to her; like she was some sort of toy any one of them could just grab and ruin whenever they wanted.

It would go on like that for the whole weekend, sometimes even a day longer. On more than one Monday morning occasion, her stepbrothers had called in sick for Cassie, meanwhile, her lithe, naked teen body was being passed around by chuckling brutes and ruthlessly pounded into with a hand clamped over her muzzle or a crocodile cock stuffed into the back of her mouth just one floor lower, keeping her wails and moans muffled and quiet so they wouldn't be heard on the phone call happening right upstairs. Zeedin's voice always spoke so calm and professional to her school administration as he made up a lie to excuse her absence, meanwhile she was simultaneously being brutally, heinously gangraped right under his feet during every single word he spoke casually into the phone.

That first Friday, though... that was the very first time she'd experienced those weekend-exclusive, multi-layered, multi-stage, multi-hour assaults as they all swarmed her with what seemed like pre-determined roles that each of them employed, overwhelming her struggles and putting her body through a brain-sizzling hysteria of endless sensations. She wished she could just wipe all those gruesomely explicit memories from her head. They always sat in the back of her mind when she was in class. Was there any point down in that reptilian mancave basement where she could've actually gotten away? Any point where she could have stopped it from going further before they got all those damn pictures and videos and close-ups and-

Cassie swallowed, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs again.

It wouldn't even have mattered. Even if they hadn't documented her assault so unbelievably thoroughly, she was always too shy to fight back directly—even today when she got back home from school, she knew she'd wither right back down into their obedient, petrified little plaything like always.

Everything that happened down in that basement on that first Friday would've happened even if not a single picture had been taken. She always froze up during any kind of confrontation; she was just too damn shy... and her stepbrothers knew it full well.

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They all loved the reactions Mallick's underwater oral-ing had gotten out of her, prompting the others to want a turn having their mouths level with her cunt as well. But, crocodile tongues were big, and long, and wide. Each of them could barely fit a quarter of theirs inside her before the width became too much to comfortably push anymore in, so they opted for an activity that could capitalize on those dimensional strengths instead.

Bate hooked his arms under Cassie's knees, then brought his hands up behind her ears and clamped them around the back of her neck, thrusting her feet up above her head in the process and locking her into a full-nelson hold. He stood upright, lifting her up above the hot tub water with only the tip of her soaking tail dipping down into it, rendering her totally immobile while gratuitously displaying her bare pussy in full view of everyone.

The other six of her reptilian stepbrothers then lined up in an orderly fashion and took turns dashing the full length of their tongues up and down her helplessly presented intimates, each brother stepping up and using the whole of her crotch like it was their own personal saltlick; like they were a bunch of mindless animals using her entire vulva as some sort of personless tool meant exclusively for stimulating their many taste buds.

Each of them zealously heaved their fat, heavy tongues all over her naked pussy from bottom to top before moving aside to let a new brother do the exact same. It was sick how coordinated they were, taking patient turns with each other to gorge themselves on the flavor of her privates, handing the phone off to someone else to keep recording whenever it was their turn next to ensure continuous documentation of the unspeakable obscenity unfolding. A couple of them parted her pussy with their thumbs and suckled on her clit for a minute or two before following suit with the others and positively slathering her entire groin with a huge, prehensile oral appendage lurching out from its perfectly fitting bed of massive, predatory jaws.

Their camerawork was disgustingly well-shot.

A zoom-in to record the malleable folds of her pussy being moved in whatever direction a hefty, salacious, crocodilian tongue dragged them in. A pan up to frame Cassie's face and capture her reaction to it, looking down her own torso with wide, teary eyes and shaking her head no through endless, stuttering moans. A zoom back out to view the whole scene at once.

Cassie couldn't help but bellow out audibly through every exhale of her panting breaths, her toes curling and flicking and flexing as they pointed up toward the ceiling, her body responding to the numerous slabs of salivating muscle dancing over the lips of her pussy with a loud wetness that accompanied every slick and slithering motion. She clenched her hands into fists, pressing them into Bate's abdomen just behind her ass. Her feet jerked and gyrated, pivoting at the ankle while Bate's full-nelson stand-and-carry hold kept her dainty struggles fruitless, unable to flinch or recoil away no matter how many strong, forceful licks relentlessly grazed over her dripping, exposed peach.

She felt like some trussed-up piece of bait lowered into an enclosure—like the pink of her fox pussy had been prepped and provided as a feast for a bunch of captive, horny beasts that all wanted a taste, and the position she was held in guaranteed she had absolutely no way to stop or impede the onslaught of lurid sensations as her stepbrothers repeatedly drenched every square inch of her sensitive girl-parts in eager, pervy tongue-baths. The others waiting in line for another sampling of their stepsister's sanctity had stripped out of their trunks and were stroking themselves, watching her peril with keen interest... and Cassie couldn't help but steal glance after glance at the several cocks standing at attention around her. It was like some sort of sick, twisted flattery as she recognized that her nakedness was the one and only reason they were all so hard and ready.

They kept at her like that for over an hour. She must have cum at least six more times before they finally dropped her back into the warm water somewhere around 5:00 PM. She tried to crawl out of the tub, but they easily pulled her back in with laughs and gropes, slapping her breasts and thighs before putting her back into place where she couldn't move.

She didn't have the energy to resist anymore—not after six crocodile boys using her pussy like a shareable lollipop that never ran out of flavor, having given her zero breaks between the changing tongues.

Bate and Arlos grabbed Cassie's ankles and stepped out of the tub with them, pulling her legs out past the rim and hooking them over the side, each pair of crocodile hands gripping her by a calf and foot to pin them in place while the rest of her floated in the water on her back.

Trekan nestled himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection and pushing himself forward, pressing the front of his muscly chest into the back of her shoulders.

Cassie suddenly felt a stream of pressure dancing over her helpless folds. She jolted with a start, sloshing in the water right as the sensation hit her, along with the realization that they'd intentionally pressed her crotch into the wall of the hot tub at a very specific spot, angling her clit right in front of one of the hot tub's water jets below the surface while Zeedin sat on the rim with his feet in the water, holding the remote for its power setting and grinning like mad from the jump he'd caused her by turning them on.

Dean stepped out onto the dry floor, standing at the foot of the hot tub between Bate and Arlos pinning each of Cassie's legs over the edge in a spread. He aimed the camera shot down at her as she was held belly-up in the water, zooming in on her breasts to capture the sight of Trekan reaching around from behind her and pinching one of her nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger while she grabbed feebly at the offending hand's wrist.

"How often do you touch your pussy, Cass?" said Trekan, his other hand curling down under the water past her lower back and grabbing a helping handful of her ass.

"Please..." puled Cassie through a shaky huff of breath, her ears flat behind her and tear streaks running down the white fur of her cheeks.

Zeedin turned the water jets up two levels, and Cassie gasped in a full-body flinch followed by a fit of squirming. "Uuuuuhhsssssstoooop!" she cried.

Trekan let go of her breast and wrapped the arm back around her stomach, bracing her torso tightly against his to shut down her shimmying and keep the water stream blowing onto her pussy. Javel and Mallick stood in the water at either side of her, smiling deviously at her reaction while stroking themselves.

Zeedin turned the water jets back down. "Answer him," he said bluntly.

"How often do you run your fingers over your cute little pussy, Cassie? Tell me," Trekan asked again, groping her ass in his palm under the water more harshly while his other hand rose back up from her belly to squish down on another tit.

Cassie took a few deep breaths, pausing to try and calm herself. "S-sometimes..." she replied in a demure tone, looking down her own chest to see his scalie hand squeezing and releasing her left breast in a slow, steady, massaging pattern.

"I want a number, slut," said Trekan sharply, pinching her buttock between his thumb and four fingers.

"A-Aah!! O-once a w-week!" she mewled pitifully through the sting on her butt.

Trekan moved to her left side, cradling her upper half with a single arm wrapped along her back, his bicep perched under her shoulder blades. He brought his left hand up and cupped her chin in his fingers, turning her to face him. "Do you play with your pussy every Friday night? Huh?"

Cassie whimpered audibly through pursed lips, a burning shame washing over her as she looked up at him in submission while laying scooped up in his care.

"Yes or no?" pressed Trekan.

Cassie nodded her head shyly, eyes drifting away to the ceiling at the opposite end of the room.

"Say it out loud. Yes or no?" his fingers gripped her chin tighter, rudely commandeering her focus.

"Yes," she replied softly through trembling breath, a small whine coming out through the lone word.

Trekan pushed his lips into hers, unceremoniously kissing her on the mouth quick and crude. "Do you use one finger or two?" he said, nestling her floating form in his arm like a tender boyfriend.

"...Two," she squeaked under her breath, recovering from the surprise mouth-to-mouth.

Trekan brought his hand from her chin down to her right tit, sliding his palm over the supple flesh and continuing into the water past her lower belly, settling it between her opened legs. His middle and ring fingers pressed over her clitoral hood, blocking the stream of water and rubbing her sensitive button up and down in slow, delicate strokes, his index and pinky pointed straight out.

"Like that?" Trekan whispered, his long snout nuzzling romantically into her neck as he slowly plied her pink nub.

Dean panned the camera back, capturing her whole body from Trekan's long nose perking under her chin to his forearm dipping eight inches into the water and subtly shifting up and down. He gripped his shaft with his free hand and began stroking it while keeping his focus trained on the phone's recording.

Cassie moaned softly through her hung-open mouth, looking down at Trekan's hand in the water petting her petals, her brows bridging to a point.

"You touch your own pussy just like this, don't you sweetie?" Trekan rubbed his fingers over her clit with a tender, patient fondness that was downright traumatizing to Cassie, the gentleness of it an unthinkable contrast to her true situation. His knuckles protected her flower from the water jet's constant, nonstop stimulation, replacing it with a horridly intimate thrumming that, sure enough, was exactly how slow and delicate she was when pleasuring herself. "Say it. Yes or no?" he repeated, fingering her sweetly.

"Y-... yes," Cassie's tits rose and fell on her chest, her inhales coming in fast and exhales being pushed out slow. She was too petrified to move; to do anything at all as he held her lovingly in his arms while softly playing with her pussy.

"Where do you get yourself off? Hmm? In your bed? In the shower?" Trekan cooed to her, his fingers pressing a little firmer over her pleasure bead and moving in small, circular motions. It was disgustingly ironic that this was the nicest Trekan had ever treated her either, and all it took for him to finally be polite to his stepsister was rubbing his digits directly over her clit without her consent while using coercion and threats to make her talk about how she masturbated.

"Shh-ower," Cassie murmured her response, biting her lower lip as she watched the movements of his wrist. Something briefly prodded against her lower back under the water, and at this point, she had little difficulty in guessing what it was.

"What do you think about when you finger-fuck yourself in the shower?" came the far more vulgar voice of Javel from Cassie's immediate right, his thighs wading through the water level as he stepped closer, still casually pleasuring himself as he spoke the inquiry.

His movement prompted her to look from Trekan's intrusive hand dipped into the water between her thighs and over to her right side, greeting her vision with a stiff, visibly excited cock that was closer to her face than one had ever been before. She froze up, unable to look away from it.

"Yeaaaah, tell us what you think about when you're cumming, Cassie," Trekan added with a predatory delight in his tone, his fingers coming off her clit and gliding back up her abdomen, gently cupping her left breast and running a thumb back and forth over it's pink bud. He floated back over behind her shoulders, his abs pressing into her pointed ears.

Cassie gave no response, still staring like a deer in headlights at Javel's shaft pointing directly at her face as he ran his fingers up and down its length, a dollop of pre-cum sitting on its tip barely more than a foot away from her black nose.

Zeedin raised the water jet level again, pulling her out of her staring contest with Javel's cock and breaking her into a prolonged moan. "Answer him. What do you think about when you're cumming in the shower?" Zeedin repeated the question, turning the jet level back down.

Cassie's diaphragm heaved in recovery from the rush of stimulation, feeling Trekan's thumb rolling around one of her nipples, then pushing in firmly and tracing the shape of her pink areola. "Boys," she said simply, trying to steady her breaths.

All seven of them made a mocking, revelatory "Oooooooooo!" noise, crooning out their satisfaction like a bunch of fraternity punks that'd just been told a dirty secret.

"Awwww, that's so adorable. She touches her little cheerleader pussy thinkin' about boys while she's naked in the shower!" Mallick taunted from her left side, stepping closer and stroking his own cock while pointing it at her face the same as Javel.

"We're boys. Ever think about us when you're flicking your bean, Cassie?" Arlos asked with a crude chuckle, holding her right leg over the tub with one hand while the other roved up and down the respective foot, massaging her sole.

"No!" Cassie yipped back a little too quickly, prompting all seven of her stepbrothers to laugh at her.

She had.

She had, and she was ashamed of it; ashamed of how many times it'd crossed her mind, but she told herself it wasn't her fault. It'd just been her and her mother for so long, and now all of a sudden, a bunch of tall, lean, scalie guys that regularly walked around shirtless were a routine part of her day-to-day living space. It made her so... uncomfortable in a way she couldn't describe—being surrounded all the time by a bunch of older boys she didn't actually know who all viewed torso apparel as completely optional for adequate clothing due to their crocodilian lifestyles.

In secret, it was one of her bigger reasons for hating when they would get physical and roughhouse with her. In the back of her mind, she could feel those forbidden little sparks of something tied to her innate attraction to boys, always flaring up when her stepbrothers put their hands anywhere on her, but it was always packaged into a gross taboo since they were all supposedly 'family' now—even if, to her, they felt like anything but.

The way they'd all tower over her while nude from the waist up, pushing her, shoving her, pulling her into themselves and twirling her around in a mock-dance to belittle her. One of them stealing her earpod case and confidently sauntering over to the other side of the room with it, another grabbing her arms and holding her in place from behind while the first tossed it directly into her cleavage from fifteen feet away like a basketball shot, then all of them laughing at her as she'd spin away from them and fish it back out.

They were all so awful, and big, and so, so mean! After long enough, it'd started... doing something to her, in a secret sort of way she could never talk about—even with other girls.

It was true. She'd thought about her stepbrothers wearing nothing above or below the waist on more than one occasion while enjoying a nice long shower. It wasn't her fault! It was such an easy thing to just slip its way into her mind. They all walked around shirtless all the damn time, and since the very first day, not a single one of them ever exercised any regard for the concept of her personal space! No teenage girl could just... block all those variables out during private time, especially when they were so... real, and right there in the house with her, confronting her face to face every single day!

Cassie looked down at her open textbook, staring absentmindedly at a picture of some random, tiny country with a weird pronunciation that she couldn't care less about.

In hindsight, thinking about her stepbrothers while touching herself in the shower was a silly thing for her to have been embarrassed by, especially now that they showered with her instead, whether she wanted it or not. She always stepped out feeling far dirtier than when she'd stepped in. She definitely had favorites to shower with, though. Despite all of them being horrid fucking lizard rapists, each of her stepbrothers were a bit different in how they handled their 'alone time' with her.

When Mallick would shower with her, he couldn't leave her breasts alone for longer than two minutes. He'd barely touch her anywhere else for the whole shower, instead just kneading her tits. Fondling them, cupping them, sucking on them, pinching each nipple and pulling them out opposite ways, or pressing her mounds tightly into each other and framing them between his hands before squeezing down hard on each with all ten fingers, growling out his satisfaction loud and lecherous while looking down over her shoulder to watch himself doing it. Sometimes she had to yelp to try and tell him submissively that he was being a little too hard, but it only ever made him smile and do that exact thing again, so she learned to keep quiet and let him just play with her breasts to his heart's content. At least he'd never actually penetrate her in the shower, but what he did do instead felt equally as violating. He loved to tit-fuck her, and would always lay her on her back and get down on his knees to mount her torso, wedging his shaft between her breasts, then grabbing each of them with his hands and pushing them together, humping himself into her chest while grunting out his excitement through panting breaths, his tongue lulling out of his mouth and dangling over his chin as his pace grew more frantic and eager. All Cassie could ever do is lay there with her hands above her head and look up at him, taking in how brash and shamelessly horny he looked while he turned her breasts into the perfect, most personalized cock sleeve for himself. He was the youngest of her stepbrothers, only a year and nine months older than her. He was always so grabby and zealous, totally unable to temper himself as he felt her up with the brazenness of a high school bully that'd just snatched up the girlfriend of his long-standing rival, stealing her away to sexually violate and rigorously debase all night long—preempting himself to take all his frustrations out on how unbelievably pretty she was. Cassie could feel that overexcited 'bad-boy-horndog' energy in every touch of his hands as he rabidly grappled down on her chest, feeling her up with so much needless strength and haste, like he might be caught at any second while vehemently molesting a beautiful cheerleader under the bleachers during a big game and pressed for seconds to sample her as much as possible before that moment arrived. Mallick was always like that when alone with her, just mean and arrogant and hurried in his handsy ministrations, grabbing onto her tits angry and cocky and rough. There was something uniquely degrading about that contumelious victory-smile he held on his snout whenever he was pressing his cock between her breasts, and every second she took staring up at it while his shaft continually popped up through the press of her fuzzy pair over and over was so unthinkably humiliating. Perhaps it was how viciously smug and hungry he looked the entire time he was thrusting into her naked rack, his thumbs pushing down onto her nipples as his meat shifted back and forth through her bust. When he came, he never gave her a facial, but instead always sprayed it all over her cleavage, then squirted her own bottle of fur conditioner onto her breasts immediately after, proceeding to thoroughly massage the gross, gooey mixture into her tits like it was his own special fur product concoction. Cassie always felt the least clean after a shower with Mallick.

On the other hand, showers with Bate were barely showers at all. He'd take the detachable shower head and sit with her on the floor, spooning her from behind and holding the running water directly over her pussy until she was audibly vocalizing her pleasure. He'd run his free hand all over her body, feeling up her tits or running his palm down past her belly and rubbing her labia with his fingers, adding to the stimulation of the water stream to help her reach her crest. He'd stroke her vulva slowly at first, then more and more rigorously until she was babbling out her bliss through incoherent pants with her head thrown up to the ceiling and the back of her skull perched on his shoulder. What was worse, he'd ask her stupid, casual questions the whole way through, making her answer how her day was, or what she talked with her friends about at lunch, or how cheer practice went. All of it while he was actively forcing her to cum her brains out, her squirting juices mixing with the shower water, streaming down through her jackknifed legs and into the drain between the arches of her feet. Sometimes he'd make her cum in his arms only twice and he'd be satisfied, but on occasion, he'd pull four or five or six orgasms out of her writhing body, and after each one, he'd always whisper into her ear that she was a "good girl" for "cumming so easily." He'd drag her against her will up to one crest of ecstasy, then another, then another. Making her cum over and over and over just so he could lovingly watch the way her body shivered and trembled its way through each and every electrifying release before he'd finally leave and let her take a real shower... assuming she had the remaining energy to pick herself up off the floor afterward.

Trekan was easily the most... cuddly, but in a rough and mean kind of way. He'd spend the majority of the shower hugging her from either the front or the back with his erection lodged between her legs and rubbing itself along the lips of her vulva. When it was from the front, he was always holding her head to his and kissing her on the mouth, almost never breaking the seal of their lips as his cock rhythmically poked out behind her right under the orange hams of her ass at the peak of each of his thrusts. Just passionately making out with her deep and desperate while fucking her thighs all the while. When it was from the back, though, he'd have one hand tightly gripping her arm to keep her still, and another around her neck to keep her submissive, the head of his dick bumping repeatedly right over her clit and sticking out in front of her mound with every push of his hips. He loved using her like a living thigh-job doll that just stood there and kept her legs shut, giving him a perfect little nook to repeatedly saw his cock through and get himself off with. When he was ready to blow, he'd hook a hand under one of her knees and lift her leg up, then push himself inside her pussy and unleash his several ropes of sticky, white cum, but the awkward angle never let him sink in very far, and his cock usually fell out before he was done, causing the remaining shots to land on top of her feet or splatter onto the side of her leg. Somehow, the fact he could rarely ever keep his boy gunk inside her before he was even done shooting it out made the whole thing feel so much more dirty to her, like she really was just some toy for him to haphazardly stuff his dick into, and it didn't really matter where his mess landed as long as he managed to make himself cum using her body to do it.

Arlos was definitely her favorite. He always actually helped clean her up, always taking initiative and putting her favorite shampoo in her hair for her, completely unprompted. Scrubbing her down with big dollops of body wash in his smooth-scaled hands. Running them up and down her inner thighs. Turning her away from him and slipping a flat, soapy palm into the crevice of her ass, then stepping forward and reaching around her from behind to fondle her breasts. Pushing his chest into her back and making her tits smoosh up against the steamy glass of the sliding door while massaging them in his delicate hold, kissing her on the cheek over her shoulder and whispering sweet nothings into her ear like they were a loving couple. He was so careful with every little movement, every last touch. His hands were so firm and deliberate wherever they roamed. He was deviously calculated in making sure she liked whatever he did, however he did it, wherever he did it. Showers with Arlos were always the longest, and he'd rarely even fuck her in them like most of his brothers... but when he did, he was always so gentle. His penetrations would start shallow and soft, gradually transitioning into slow and deep while holding her hand tender and sweet with interlaced fingers and nibbling affectionately on her neck the entire time. He'd never cum until he felt her cumming first, no matter how long it took for her to relax her inner muscles and start willfully taking his entire length to the hilt in every thrust. Out of all Cassie's stepbrothers, Arlos raped her the nicest by a mile. It effected her so severely that he was the only one out of her seven frequent assailants that made her stop feeling like a victim when she was alone with him. Where did an outback swamp-goon like him learn to treat a girl so incredibly well? Cassie always wondered if perhaps he read a fuck-ton of X-rated romance novels in his spare time, or something. Given how much he still bullied her whenever there was no sexual connotations, the tender gentleman he consistently turned into when clothes came off and nobody else was around took her completely by surprise, and all she found herself doing anymore was wilting right into him every single time he touched her.

Dean didn't even ever want showers with her. He was the only one that insisted on baths instead. He'd run some hot water into the bathtub that was sized only for one, then pull her in on top of him and sit her in his lap, making her straddle him in a cowgirl position. First he'd grope her as she sat on his toned underbelly, his hands running over her hips and around to the plush of her ass, squeezing her buns with custody while giving her demeaning, raunchy compliments like "You are by far the most fuckable cheerleader," spoken through a lusty growl, or running his hands up over her tits and squishing them tight while murmuring "I bet the whole football team is just waiting for the day they can drag you into the boys locker room and rape you up and down 'til you can't walk!" He was always so talkative, it drove Cassie insane. Even while he fucked her, he was still talking; still taunting her through all of it. His words swayed back and forth between derogatory compliments and sexually charged insults while bouncing her on his cock without a hitch. He'd hold her down on top of him, one hand on her back to keep her breasts pressed into his chest while the other grabbed a greedy handful of her ass as it bobbed up and down from the power of his thrusts. "Your mom has no idea we rape the fuckin' shit outta you every single day that she's gone," he'd growl triumphantly with the most asshole-ish chuckle, slapping his hips up into hers with a ferocious aggression, rapidly impaling her on his fat mast. He made sure everyone in the house could hear those wretchedly distinct plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plap-plaps and know precisely what was happening to her up in that bathtub behind a closed door, effectively stripping away that last little shred of privacy her own bathroom was supposed to provide. "Mommy's little princess is getting her tight little cunt fuckin' raped in the bath, isn't she? ...Uhff!" he'd grunt like a thug while pounding his cock up into her with as much ruthless force as he could muster through his hips with every single thrust, power-fucking her for as long as he could keep it up. Dean was so fucking vile, intentionally pressing on the taboo of Cassie's situation each time they were together, making sure not a single detail was lost on her of exactly how fucked up it was that she was a co-owned rape slave to her own stepbrothers at age eighteen while her mom hadn't the faintest idea about it, and right in the very house she grew up in no less! He was definitely the sole reason she now hated baths across the board, in any context, or under any conditions. He always fucked her so unbelievably harsh and selfish that half the bath water was always spilled out by the time he finally, finally stopped humping and unloaded his cum up inside her. He'd clutch her tightly into his chest while squishing his fingers down into her assflesh almost painfully hard through every last vile spurt of his release splashing nastily up against her womb, sitting her perfectly still as he finished cumming; making sure she could feel all of it. The water was definitely not clean or bathing-worthy by the time Dean was done with her, so she always ended up taking an actual shower right after anyway.

Javel was close to the worst of them. He'd just stand there naked in the shower with her, arms folded and waiting patiently for enough steam to accumulate in the glass stall—just watching her clean herself like a total fucking creep—deliberately building tension with her for minutes at a time before springing into action at an unpredictable moment, pushing her to her knees and feeding his cock into her mouth. He'd viciously face-fuck her for as long as he could hold himself back, gliding his shaft hurriedly along her tongue with a fistful of her hair to keep her head still for himself while he mercilessly crammed his dick past her uvula, dipping the head of it into the top of her esophagus over and over and making her gag and choke on his shaft as her snout bumped against his waist from every forward pound. The way he pistoned himself into her maw no matter what sputtering or garbling came back out of it was the most brutally objectifying experience Cassie had endured from any of them... or at least, it was in the top five. He never pulled out, either, and always came down her throat, grunting out "swallow it, bitch" while holding her head in place with two hands to keep his cock locked inside her maw for the full duration of his climax. If she couldn't swallow it all and coughed even a drop back up, he'd slap her several times across her face with his big, veiny boymeat while making her stick her tongue out and apologize. At least the whole thing lasted no longer than ten minutes, then she'd be allowed to finish her shower alone, which was more than could be said for Zeedin...

Ugh... she hated showering with her eldest stepbrother the most. Zeedin would always lift her up off the ground and fuck her against the cold tile wall for an extended period of time, sometimes over half an hour of nonstop, penetrative sex, his head tilting down with closed eyes and a furrowed brow, huffing out breaths of pleasure into the valley of her tits. She hated seeing that—witnessing those clear signs of tremendous enjoyment from him, feeling him take his sweet time plowing her while at the same time watching the up-close details of just how much he truly, intensely cherished every single second of fucking her the exact way that he was. The pattern was always the same with him: he'd moan out his euphoria so loud and breathy as he filled her pussy to the brim with his cum, then let her back down after his cock finally finished its last pumping flexes inside her, make her stand upright with her feet wide apart, kneel down to her groin level, use two thumbs to pull her pussy open, and then just... sit there... for minutes, just watching his own cum leaking out of his stepsister as the hot water ran over both of them, occasionally slipping a finger in to scoop some more of it out, or to grind a digit along her G-spot and make her shiver for his own fun. She hated so much that he'd just do nothing but stare at it. Those long stretches of silence—in turn—gave her ample time to really let what was being done to her sink in. With her other stepbrothers, they'd fill her, maybe take a minute or two to bask in the afterglow, then pull out and be done... but Zeedin literally wanted to watch it slowly seep out of her freshly fucked pussy, producing a disgusting grace period that inadvertently lasered all of Cassie's focus in on the current circumstances of being naked in the shower with one of her stepbrothers after he'd just had prolonged, non-consensual sex with her and passionately flooded her insides with his cum, always followed by that damned signature spectator's trance he'd go into, leaving her with no further stimulation or distraction to help cloud her mind back up and muddy the sickly intimate details of the abuse she'd just endured. He'd done this routine so much that she'd started to wonder what the appeal could possibly be at this point. As far as she could tell, it was some sort of outrageously perverted, possessive, self-congratulatory thing. Like he was proud of having totally claimed and deeply creampied his own stepsister in her own shower, wanting to see the direct and unspeakably explicit results of his handiwork each and every time he raped her before finally letting her wash up proper.

"Ms. Bircham!" Cassie's teacher suddenly called out, her filthy memory bank musings crashing to an abrupt halt in an instant.

Cassie looked up to the front of the class, eyes wide with surprise. "Huh!?" she blurted, pulling a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"I said turn to page two-seventy-four, please!" the male sheepdog said with raised eyebrows.

Cassie looked back down at her book and aimlessly scoured the page until her brain finally clicked to remind her the number was always in the top outer corner, then brushing her thumb over the page's edge and flipping it over.

"Very good," said her teacher, turning back toward the whiteboard with marker in hand.

Cassie relaxed her shoulders and settled back into her own head.

Yeah... thinking about her stepbrothers inappropriately while in the shower was a pretty silly thing to be self-conscious about, now that she looked back on it from her current position. At least they didn't all want to shower with her at once. They saved those kinds of terrible gang-ups on her for Fridays and rare occasions. If all seven of them shared her in the shower the way they did down in that basement every single Friday, Cassie would probably have the same respondent-conditioned fear of showers just like she'd since developed for hot tubs...

...and all of it having started on that first weekend alone with her stepbrothers, dragged down to that basement, stripped naked and forced into those warm waters to be a teenage plaything of rape-y reptile rabble that went on for hours and hours!

They all slowly grew more excited by the sick game they were making her play, the urgency in their voices and specificity of their questions rising with each one she tried to respond to as she lay floating on her back in the water. Her stepbrothers became almost scarily emboldened by the newfound authority of being able to make her answer literally anything they asked—no matter how filthy—with each question becoming more pornographic and mean-spirited than the last. They were intentionally trying to invade as much of her privacy as possible while she was held in place and forcibly edged with the hot tub's water jets to keep her answering like some sort of sick, twisted, porno interrogation technique, surrounded by a bunch of nude lizard boys all working together to lock her in place.

Bate asked if she'd ever sent anyone any nudes, and called her a lying little slut when she said no. He stood up and grabbed the ankle of the leg he was pinning, rubbing his cock along the paw pads of her left foot and laughing at her blushing embarrassment that she couldn't help but show as she saw him doing it.

Mallick made her answer on a scale of one to ten how much she liked the idea of being tit-fucked until cum sprayed all over her face while all her cheer friends were watching. She picked 'one', and they all chortled villainously, threatening that they'd change it to a ten before the semester was over.

Zeedin asked which one of her teachers she'd let impregnate her, and wasn't allowed to answer 'none'. She went with her World History teacher. Cassie wasn't actually into bird boys, and her honest pick would've obviously been the enormous, black, stern-faced beefcake of a dragon that was her math teacher, but she was just throwing out random answers as soon as they came to her in an attempt to try and keep them all happy so Zeedin wouldn't turn the water jets higher again.

Trekan's hand snaked down her back under the water and curled up and over her ass from below, slipping a middle finger inside her pussy and pressing it all the way up to the knuckle, fishing around inside her hole while keeping her clit exposed to the water jet still edging her.

"Does your pretty little fox pussy feel good right now, Cassie?" Trekan asked, but she was too far lost in a fog, and failed to give even a one-word response nearly fast enough.

As soon as Zeedin raised the level again—serving as her seventh punishment in a row—the combination of crocodile digit and water jet immediately broke Cassie apart, and she visibly came, her muscles seizing up as she sucked in a huge breath of air. Her inner walls clamped down on Trekan's finger as it slinked in and out of her through the duration of her entire climax.

"Answer," Zeedin ordered flatly, mercilessly unphased by the image of his orgasming stepsister currently writhing naked in the water before him.

"YYY-YEUUUuu-uuuuuhh-eesszzz-uaahh!!" Cassie croaked out in a husky, breathless groan, her stepbrothers all leering down at her with raging hard-ons and thuggish grins, watching the waves of debilitating bliss rolling through her from the spasming quiver of her pinned legs to the quick jolts of movement in her hips. It was clear from the look in their predatory, slitted eyes how much they loved the show; the sight of the teen fox girl completely falling apart in front of them all.

On and on it went—one disgustingly inappropriate question after the other—for well over an hour. Eventually, though, they noticed her responses were flat and vapid, so by 6:30 PM, they weren't even asking her questions anymore, and instead assumed control of her words directly. They ordered her to say raunchy, explicit exclamations of degeneracy, forcing her under threat of further over-stimulation to repeat after them... every last word and every last syllable.

The lines started simple enough, with Javel forcing her to say "I love crocodile cock" after noticing she kept looking at him and Mallick standing in the water and beating off at either side of her. Both of them moved closer, gripping their cocks at the base and slapping them over the top of her breasts from left and right, causing her to look down her own chest in shock and shame at the two stiff crocodile shafts being noisily smacked down onto her soft white mounds, causing her tits to wobble and jostle from the dual series of lewd impacts. Her scared eyes took in the sight of their fat, girthy logs of intimate boymeat audibly fwapping down onto her sensitive breastflesh in quick succession from both sides at once, like her tits were drums for her stepbrothers to beat on using their cocks. The view of something so brazenly perverted happening to her was a blend of horrifying, humiliating, and mesmerizing to watch. Mallick and Javel chortled together as they witnessed the mortified expression on her face. Her first-ever experience with a long, thick, real-life erection making physical contact with her... and it had to be... this! Trapped down in a basement with her stepbrothers rubbing their cocks on her feet and slapping them down on her naked chest in the most dirty, insulting, unceremonious ways!

Bate spotted her thighs trembling uncontrollably as another climax shook through her, and forced her to say "Thank you for making me cum" through her ragged, heaving breaths. Zeedin cruelly refused to lower the jet level back down until she'd spoken the words in a full and unbroken sentence, making Cassie have to say it four times before it came out coherent enough to satisfy him so he'd turn the jets back to low.

She threw her head up and back, her white-tipped ears folded down in utter distress as it just... went on and on and on! Trekan towered over her, her head poised between his standing legs with her hair sprawled out in the water around his muscled thighs. He reached down and scooped his hand under her neck to keep her head above the surface as she fell into a dazed stupor, his other hand going to his own cock and stroking it directly above her snout, occasionally slapping it down onto her nose to keep her lucid.

She held there indefinitely, floating face up on her back as she obeyed and spoke whatever they ordered her to say through her onslaught of pants and huffs and groans while a crocodile dick jutted into her field of view, dangling three inches above her muzzle with two others looming over her chest and dripping precum onto her tits. Her voice slowly went raspy the more vocalizations of wordless ecstasy that came and went one after the other, the barrage of pleasure having begun to slowly fry her faculties.

By 7:00 PM, they were making her say increasingly lengthy, explicit, and outrageous things, loving how it sounded in her frail and shaky voice, the constant quiver in her vocals the result of her fighting back the pleasure of the water jet streaming right over her pink pearl incessantly with not a single moment of respite to catch her breath.

"I hope my cheer coach calls me into his office and rapes my pretty pussy during practice!" came one depraved prompt that she had to say seven times over before she could both remember all the words, but also hold back her pleasured stutter enough to speak them all aloud in one go.

"I wanna be tied up in the boys locker room and brutally fucked unconscious by angry jocks!" came another that took her five attempts, her stepbrothers laughing at and pretend-complimenting her with each line she gave, endlessly enthused and recording every word they collaboratively menaced her into speaking.

Mallick and Javel at her sides moved up to her shoulders and closed in, surrounding her with three pairs of toned, scalie legs standing left, right, and above her lain-back head rested on the water. They grabbed each of Cassie's hands and placed them over each of their cocks, closing their fingers over hers to wrap her grip around the lengths of two big, scary flesh rods. Cassie was taken aback by the incredible warmth and firmness she could feel in each one. They were forcing her to touch something she wasn't ready for... two something's, in fact—commandeering her delicate hands to make her directly involve a part of her body in their pleasure. She tried to pull her hands away, but her stepbrothers were stupidly stronger and clenched her dainty fingers around their cocks, their grunts and moans coming louder and more frequent as they physically forced her to jerk each of them off from either side of herself. Meanwhile, Trekan's cock still sat hovering above her face as he cradled her neck in the water to keep her looking up at it. Her vision was filled with the horribly obscene sight of him slowly gliding four fingers along the full length of its underside from tip to base, giving her the most startlingly lewd show of exactly how a boy touches himself that she'd never asked to see so up close and personal.

"I let all my teachers face-fuck me and cum down my throat to get out of detention early!" was such a particularly terrible lie of all the ones they forced her to say aloud. Cassie was one of the best-behaved students at Datonhall High, and never got detention. Not once!

Dean zoomed in on her teary-eyed, pleasure-scrunched face as she tried and tried to say the filthy words. He smirked like a haughty movie villain at the live capture of Cassie fumbling the words out, then seeing the cock sitting right above her muzzle suddenly swing down on her cheek, chin, or forehead and cut her off mid-sentence. It ended up taking her eleven tries to say it, almost entirely thanks to Trekan raunchily slapping his reptilian dick down on her face over and over at random intervals, repeatedly interrupting her already quivering, breathy speech and making her start again on purpose—no-doubt simply to draw out her misery.

They all took turns feeding her lines word for word, making her start again until she said it perfectly, laughing and chortling with each other at how broken and scared she sounded with each new disgusting sentence she was forced to speak. Whenever she'd fail to say something loudly enough, or quickly enough, Zeedin was just flat-out raising the water jets to full blast. Arlos reached into the hot tub and held two scalie fingers pressed over her clitoral hood and split into an upside-down 'V', keeping her pink nub directly exposed to the water jet nozzle until Cassie was shrieking and mumbling in breathless delirium, her climaxes tallying higher and higher. She was literally being tortured with orgasm, and all the while surrounded by the ghoulishly jovial faces and voices of her stepbrothers talking over each other with bombastic crudeness, ruthlessly ridiculing her as though it was her own fault for being thrust into a state of incapacitated euphoria.

Eventually, Zeedin turned the water jets to full blast one final time and left them there, even though Cassie hadn't made any mistakes. He smiled softly down at her, watching as her body endured that absolute hell with no end in sight. She thrashed and screamed and cried as they ripped her tenth, eleventh, and twelfth climaxes from her one after the other with no let-up at all, robbing her of all her thoughts. Huge, crashing squalls of fiery bliss rippled up and down her body as she came explosively, the spasms and jerks of her muscles looking like she was being repeatedly electrified. Trekan looked down at her gaping maw as she shrieked through it like a captive banshee. He stroked himself faster, smirking through clenched teeth and aiming his cock right at her snout before letting loose several jettisons of cum that landed all over her parted muzzle, chin and neck. Mallick and Javel loved the sight of it and quickly followed suit, holding Cassie's fingers cusped taut around their shafts and guiding her hands to stroke them faster, quickly blowing their loads as well with targeted precision and wicked, grungy laughter, deliberately aiming for her hung-open mouth and painting her tongue white while she was still roiling through her third earth-shattering release of just the last four minutes.

Zeedin turned the water jets off and finally let her body relax, though it took nearly thirty seconds before her legs could unclench. She had no clue where she even was, not a single muscle in her body currently obeying her.

Cassie felt her listless form hoisted up by Mallick and Javel at her sides, hooking their arms under each of hers and lifting her up and out of the water to perch her on the hot tub's rim.

She was trembling like she was freezing, her face completely coated in cum as they sat her upright to face the camera. She couldn't see out of her right eye thanks to a large splotch covering it that connected into an arch of drooping, sticky white gunk hanging down from just behind her whiskers. At least a dozen strands of crocodile jizz rested unswallowed on her tongue as she panted through an open mouth, trying to re-stabilize.

"Smile, Cassie!" came the voice of Dean, his playful tone reaching her ears and pulling some of her back into reality.

A flash went off in her face, making her flinch. The world slowly rematerialized around her as the photo light helped click the rest of her wits back into place.

"Damn, that looks so good," said Dean. "See Cassie? Didn't we say you were photogenic?" He turned the phone around and held it up toward her, letting her see the screen.

Cassie's one open eye lazily focused in on the phone's display in front of her, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the image of her own dazed face covered in gobs of boy cum with one, terrified eye lazily pulled open and her wet, golden hair resting draped down her naked shoulders.

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Cassie took a deep breath in her seat, letting it out slow and quiet, tail swishing down toward the floor as her mind spiraled deeper. Her forearms slid forward across the desk's wood surface and gripped the front end of it with both hands, fingers curling over the edge as the heat in her loins intensified.

That memory of what she looked like with her face and neck covered in thick layers of reproductive residue... it always did something-or-other to her when it popped back into her head.

She could never forget the feel of her own fingers being forcibly closed down around two stiff cocks right as they each began pumping out those huge strands of unbelievably sticky, white warmth directly onto her. That'd been her first time ever actually touching a cock. She knew she'd never be able to forget it, but it was a trojan horse that came paired with such horrible circumstances, ensuring she'd also never be able to forget the graphic specifics of that first-ever, semi-incestuous gangrape at the hands of her bully stepbrothers.

...No... 'bully' wasn't the right word anymore. What they'd done to her that first Friday had been so much more than mere bullying. Or, at least... not as Cassie defined the word. Perhaps her stepbrothers felt that was precisely how girls ought to be bullied by boys. After all, every last one of them had behaved exactly the same as any other time when they'd ganged up on her and made her feel small and helpless and alone. None of them had spoken or acted like that first awful attack on her was anything different than any other time they'd viciously bullied her. Maybe it was even their end-goal from day one, all of them having been slowly gearing up for that fateful Friday evening when they'd all finally pounce her at once and have their fill of her body. Touching her and groping her and stripping her and kissing her and insulting her and just... ruthlessly, horribly gangraping her over and over and over, laughing off her shrieks and screams and cries while keeping her trapped at the center of all their perverted attentions.

It hadn't mattered to any of them that such a grotesquely explicit violation of her modesty was way too much for a demure girl like her to handle. No matter how many tears she shed or how many times the word "please" mumbled its way out of her mouth in whispered breaths, they all just kept going; kept laughing as they touched and kissed and licked and fingered and photographed her, listening to her crying and moaning her way through every minute of the abuse, but never acknowledging her distress for even a moment. Throughout all the hours they'd kept her down there, not a single one of them took her screams of peril or desperation seriously, treating that whole event like some kind of casual guys night, and she was the hands-on entertainment for all of them to passively amuse themselves with.

Even nearing the end of her ordeal as she'd been literally cry-screaming the word "STOP" dozens of times over while two croc digits jammed themselves up her cunt and were shaking up and down, ripping her twenty-third orgasm out of her as several other voices cheered for it to continue... all of them were still just grinning, still just laughing, still just as calm and mean and confident and rude as they'd always been with her since they'd moved in—like everything they'd been doing to her was no more serious than any other casual bullying they'd already subjected her to for weeks prior. Their tones had been so smugly light-heartened and nonchalant through all of it... even as they did something unimaginably dirty like covering her face in their cum, then taking a picture of it, then showing it back to her and calling her pretty as it dripped off her whiskers.

Fuck... just the memory of that headshot of herself drenched in boy goo, remembering how filthy and ruined it made her feel when it'd happened, and knowing it was captured forever in crisp 4K quality for any of them to 'enjoy' whenever they wanted. She already knew for a fact that when she was away at school, they stroked themselves to the material of her they routinely collected, and the thought of that particular photo being one such image they got off to while she was out of the house consistently tied a knot in her stomach every single time she reminded herself of it. It didn't even matter how long ago that picture was now, or how much more they'd done to her since then. Having seen exactly what disgusting, explicit imagery they had of their own stepsister, and knowing for certain that they pleasured themselves to it... it had slowly started to fuck her up in the head as the months dragged on, and that very first close-up of her normally chipper visage absolutely covered in her stepbrothers' cum had acted as the catalyst that'd spiraled her into some brand new pit of sexualized self-deprecation.

She'd never been able to forget how broken and degraded she'd felt right in that exact moment when first laying her eyes upon her own petrified face sitting on that phone screen with a devastated expression, positively glazed with all that nasty, white slime while two crocodile snouts stuck themselves into frame from either side, grinning like hungry demons and showing nothing but their scary teeth through sickly satisfied, predatory smiles. She'd never get that photo out of her head, even if somehow it and all its copies got permanently deleted, the details of it would be burned into her mind forever. It was like actually seeing what they'd done to her instead of just feeling it had clicked on a whole new part of her brain that perceived her situation in a totally different way without her permission... and she'd never been able to switch it back off since. It'd opened up a part of her that didn't just remember the abuse, but now couldn't help vividly visualizing what she looked like while getting violated by a small horde of lean, grabby, scalie brutes with absolutely nobody around to come and save her from any of it.

At first it was a simple on-and-off occurrence whenever she caught herself recounting one of her numerous assaults, but by now, her mind practically defaulted all the sexual details into a third-person perspective with each graphic, explicit memory that would zip through her brain. She got so terribly hot and bothered now whenever she'd think back to anything they'd done to her. It was one thing to remember how helpless she'd felt from any given session they put her through, but another entirely to have her imagination automatically flash-banging her thoughts with what she looked like from a top-down view, her lithe and limber cheerleader body getting positively fucking railed by a bunch of mean, nasty, dominating and unequivocally ripped crocodile boys using her naked, foxy physique like a sex toy that was one size too small, laughing and smiling and ridiculing her while actively stuffing themselves inside her as much as they all wanted—and then a little more just for good measure. The thought of it sucked all her attention into a single point, her own mind going rogue and carpet bombing her with mental images of a bunch of hung lizard thugs taking their turns defiling her one after the other before unleashing torrents of their sticky cum all over her naked fur and deep up inside her until she was just a quivering mess of well-fucked rape-meat laying scared and breathless on the floor.

Cassie tightened her grip on the front rim of her desk, her claws scratching along the smooth wood of its underside. She had been through this rigmarole before, knowing from experience what it led to when thinking about her new home life too much and for too long. She could tell she was already past the point of no return, and may as well deal with it properly before the school day continued.

Cassie raised her hand and waited with a dancing tail of frustration for her teacher to turn back toward the class as he conducted his geography lesson.

"'S'cuse me, can I go to the restroom?" Cassie blurted out anyway, quickly losing her patience as the sheepdog droned on with his face toward the whiteboard.

Her teacher turned over his shoulder, pausing his lecture with a raised eyebrow.

"...Very well, but you'll have to ask a classmate for their notes before the start of next week. This will be on the test," he exclaimed in his dry, scratchy tone.

Cassie rose up from her desk and brisk-walked to the door, turning the handle down and pushing her way out into the hall.

She hurried down the rows of lockers, but instead of taking a right toward the nearest restrooms, she took a left and made a break for the cafeteria like she always did.

Nobody used those restrooms unless it was during lunch. She'd had a few close calls at the Wing A restrooms, but never once had she been interrupted by anyone when using the ones in the cafeteria during active class period.

She weaved through the empty round tables with habitual finesse, doing her usual side-glances over each shoulder to make sure there wasn't a soul in sight to spot her rounding the corner toward the water fountains.

Even if someone caught her coming over here at an hour nobody should be, she had her lie at the ready.

I wasn't feeling well, and I didn't want anybody to hear me being sick! Cassie rehearsed it in her head every time at least once, just in case she got caught and needed to use it, and it had to sound authentic. No room for stutters or an awkward pause that might enable a teacher to pick up on her bluff.

She did one final take over her right shoulder, then darted into the boys bathroom.

The janitor was a bat-woman, so on the off chance she got to cleaning something nearby while the halls were all empty and just so happened to need the restroom, there'd still be an entire double-sided wall of pipes and painted brick between Cassie and a potential bust. Not to mention how hard it might be for Cassie to suddenly control her breathing in a moment's notice and keep dead-silent until the janitor left, which was something she'd had to do on more than one occasion before switching over to the cafeteria restrooms.

Cassie entered into the far stall at the end of the lineup, shutting and locking the panel door. She pulled both her dress skirt and panties off in one single, practiced motion, stepping out of them and setting them on top of the latrine's refill tank. Widening her stance, she hobbled forward a few steps, positioning herself directly over the bowl with a slender, fuzzy orange leg straightened out at either side of it. Her left hand came up against the wall in front of her—just above her wad of clothes—bracing her weight as she stood half-naked, completely bottomless from shirt down to socks.

Her right hand quickly dropped down to cup over her pussy, closing her eyes and hurriedly rubbing it in circles with three flat fingers.

If Cassie was being honest with herself, she also picked the boys bathroom for this because it had a faint scent of male permeated in it, which helped her get off slightly faster. That smell always took her back to those many Fridays of getting fucking destroyed down in that terrible basement for hours on end, often having to be literally carried by one of her stepbrothers up to her bedroom on the second floor and tucked in while unconscious—assuming they didn't just make her sleep down there with them the whole night. Sometimes she'd wake up in her own bed feeling achy all over and having spots of her fur thickly matted with cum. Other times she'd wake up to the feel of a big, warm body spooning her from behind while a scalie digit that'd wormed its way through the press of her closed thighs was delicately petting her clit for who knows how long.

Her stepbrothers loved to just casually play with her pussy while she was asleep until the stimulation of it woke her up. It was the main reason Cassie wished so badly she could still lock her door at night. She'd tried it a few times in hopes of getting a proper eight hours of sleep, but every time she did, they'd always pick it back open and instead wake her with a crocodile cock being harshly pushed against her sleeping lips, or pummel-fucking her in a mating-press position for two hours straight until her pussy was red and raw, ending with her babbling out for mercy before they'd finally accept her crying apology, slapping her squarely over her flooded, twitching cunt before leaving to let her go back to sleep still laying in the mess of fluids they'd turned her bed into. At least when they woke her with molestation, they tried to be slow and gentle about it, intentionally trying to keep her asleep for as long as they could—likely pandering to some vile somnophilia fetish many of them seemed to share. They probably loved the idea of making her wet while she wasn't even aware of it, giving them that extra sense of power over her body.

Cassie let out a huff of breath, her wrist oscillating between her parted thighs, hurriedly rubbing her flower as her mind lazily jumped around from one explicit memory to another in no particular order.

This was so unbelievably fucked, and she knew it full well.

Those disgusting fucking lizard goons sexually exploited her whenever she was at home, and now she was willfully touching herself at school to the thought of it, literally pleasuring herself to the memories of her own rapes on a semi-regular basis. It was like she just couldn't escape, but somehow even worse, because she was choosing to do this. They had her body when she was at home, and they had her mind when she was at school. The more unspeakably filthy, degenerate things they did to her when she was with them, the wetter she would get when she inevitably thought back to it while apart from them.

She hated it. She hated them, with their wide, creepy smiles, superior size and wrecking-ball muscles, but most of all, their wicked, highly coordinated inclination to rip her whole being to shreds without ever leaving a single scratch on her body. Ravaging and despoiling her young flesh beyond measure, but always dolling her right back up when finished before anyone was allowed to see her so nobody would be the wiser as to what she'd just been made to go through. The way they'd close in around her—shoulder to shoulder—and make her feel so helpless and small, laughing cruelly as they all pressed inward and lunged at her from various directions, grappling at her clothes to peel them off bit by bit, her smaller hands half-heartedly trying to grab at their many arms and stop them in what she knew was pointless resistance. They'd do such awful things to her when they'd surround her from all sides like that. Things that she knew she wouldn't be able to help but touch herself thinking about later. Again, her mind betrayed her, dashing imaginary perspectives through her head of them finally moving apart and breaking their circle of muscled bodies to reveal the pitiful display at its center: herself sitting on her knees in a puddle of her own juices while covered in endless layers of their collective cumshots, a particularly large globule hanging off her chin as she cried her eyes out from the sheer degradation of what they'd all taken turns doing to her before letting her stand back up and leave.

Cassie let out a stifled moan, her eyes shut and brows knitted together while her fingers ran eagerly back and forth over the lips of her pussy with slow, firm strokes. She adjusted the plant of her left foot, then her right, biting her lower lip and huffing out her breaths through her nose as her arousal climbed.

How could she keep doing this? Why was it a routine now? How could she possibly have found herself in the boy's bathroom at school time and time again, masturbating to overly detailed recollections of such horrid things being done to her? How badly had they destroyed the fun-loving, innocent girl she used to be that she was now in here at least twice a week riding a subconscious desire for further debasement all the way up to its summit?

She tried to wrack her brain and find stronger reasons to hate this—to detest them the way she knew she should—but as her fingers trailed over her clitoral hood, the only thing that currently had any staying power in her mind was what Dean had done to her just last week.

She'd been on the phone with a friend, talking about cheer practice, about her friend's brother finally going on his first date, about their ceramics teacher taking pottery way too seriously, and even joking about Stacy conveniently joining that student-run after-school book club right as it just so happened to start reading a romance novel everybody knew was chock full of blatant smut that started halfway through. Cassie and her friend both giggled to each other.

She loved talking on the phone. It was by far the best distraction she had at her disposal, washing away all her despair for the duration of whatever call it was.

Except for this time...

Right in the middle of her phone conversation, Dean waltzed right into her bedroom, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to face him before pulling her pants and panties down to her thighs like it was business as usual.

She pointed to her phone, trying to signal to him she was talking with someone, hoping that would make him reconsider whatever dirty thing he had come seeking her out to do, but he ignored her, and instead pulled his cock out in total silence with one hand while the other slipped a middle finger down over her bare slit, her tightly shut legs doing nothing to deter his thick digit.

He stroked himself at the same time as he rubbed her pussy, pleasuring both of them as they each looked down at the other's groin while Cassie's phone call continued.

She held the phone steady at her ear, her eyes sat staring down with pleasured worry at Dean fisting that scary, dark-green, fleshy club pointed right at her newly naked mons. Meanwhile, Dean himself had his gaze glued onto his own fingers skating back and forth along her shut labia, feeling the way the petals of her pussy mushed back and forth under the press of his grazing touch.

Cassie actually had to hold a conversation with her friend while Dean did that, trying her damnedest not to let out a single puff of pleasure as it continued. She thought about ending the call early, but was worried it would make Dean up the ante the moment she hung up. The voice of her fellow cheerleader chatting away while she was secretly getting molested by stepfamily was both a blessing that protected her from anything worse in the moment, but also a curse that forced her to maintain a facade of normalcy in every sound that came out of her mouth... which ended up growing progressively harder with every passing second.

After ten long minutes, Dean finally exploded, gripping her tightly by the hip and aiming his shaft down toward the pouting lips of her pussy between her closed thighs. Cassie immediately opened her legs, trying to stop him from painting her whole crotch into a nasty mess, but all it did was stretch open her underwear sitting halfway down around her thighs, causing his cum to land right into the gusset of her panties, turning it into a landing pad that caught the overwhelming majority of his hefty load.

He pulled her now-cum-drenched panties back up into place, smooshing the gooey mess up taut against Cassie's pussy as the sound of her friend's voice clucked on obliviously through the phone. He brought four fingers up to her covered crotch and rubbed them around, smearing his semen all over her vulva and leaning in to kiss her on the mouth as he did it.

The quiet, wet, viscid sounds of his digits swirling over her stickied flower made Cassie's heart skip a beat, petrified that they might be just loud enough for her friend to hear. She pulled out of the kiss with Dean and immediately blabbed into the phone in an attempt to drown out the sound of her stepbrother grossly massaging his cum into her cunt, her waterfall of improvised word salad spewing out far too desperate and partially nonsensical, much to Dean's amusement, and her friend's confusion.

Then he just got up and walked out like nothing even happened, leaving Cassie standing in her room with her pants still around her legs and a sloppy mess of boy cum stuck all over her pussy inside her fastened underwear.

He hadn't even cared he'd interrupted her call, or left her in dire need of a wash cloth he never brought. Not even a calm chat with a school friend over the phone gave her a moment's peace from her secret hell.

"Uhhf... hahhh!" Cassie moaned out a quiet, girly coo of bliss from under her breath as she pleasured herself in the stall. She pointed her heels out and pressed two fingers up inside her pussy, tilting her head up and sliding the two digits in and out at a moderate pace, finger-fucking herself with an audible slushing sound from each insertion.

She should've hated that memory, but again caught herself imagining what she must've looked like having a towering crocodile bastard in her room surrounded by pristine pink and white as he unabashedly beat off right in front of her, shooting his cum into her panties, then putting them back on her while they were soggy and sticky right at the crotch... and all she could do was stand there holding her phone up to her ear and having to act like none of it was happening.

Despite how gross and nasty and uniquely sullying it'd been for Dean to do that to her in her own bedroom, it still felt like a romantic night on the town with an upstanding gentleman compared to what all of them did to her every Friday night.

Oh fuck! Those horrible fucking Friday nights...

At least they were usually so intense that the whole experience often blurred together into one big mish-mash of nightmarish sensations. The most she ever pulled out of them anymore were brief instances of being repositioned by multiple sets of hands, or a quick grasp of lucid thought while surrounded by broad, scalie chests and disparaging, boyish laughter. Occasionally, they'd pause for a few minutes, allowing her to slowly come back to her senses enough to register the multiple dripping cocks standing at attention all around her before each would be fed into her slack mouth one after the other, a scalie hand sitting flat over her hair between her drooping ears, her eyes rolling back up into her head for the next few hours and blotting her memory out once more as the all-night ordeal continued.

Cassie wished that could've been the case for that first Friday, though. She wished her stepbrothers had been even worse with her so that her awareness could've sapped itself out much sooner than it did. That was only what happened now because they'd all grown so much more emboldened with each weekend that'd arrived since, having gotten so familiar with gangraping their stepsister that they began each new Friday with a pre-prepared list of new things they wanted to do to her... whether she had the energy to stay awake for all of them or not. Sometimes they'd even buy an outfit for her and make her wear it... just so they could fuck her in it, or physically rip it off of her during an assault as a one-time use. Bathrobes. Ball gowns. Booty shorts and a tank top. Even her actual school cheerleader uniform got plenty of use with them.

But that first Friday romp still sat highest in her head. She couldn't help it. So many new things were forced upon her down in that basement all in a single night. And a girl always remembers her first... even when her second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh all followed in quick, brutal succession.

She'd never forget those first traumatizing memories before that degree of abuse became simply par for the course—before her body had grown accustomed to being slapped and kissed and groped and licked and edged and stuffed and pounded and absolutely fucking wrecked! ...Not that she particularly wanted to forget all of it right at this very moment, though. Standing in the boys bathroom and touching herself to memories of being raped was the only time she ran toward the egregiously explicit details of what her stepbrothers did to her; the exact and specific ways they'd twisted her teen girl brain up and broken it clean in half by subjecting her to the most debauched, mind-blanking depravities only a bunch of horrible perverts like them could've ever possibly thought up. Things like spraying their nasty cumshots all across her beautiful face, aiming for her exposed tongue while she was simultaneously orgasming out of her mind from a hot tub water jet blowing directly over her clit.

Cassie sat scared and still on the rim of the hot tub, multiple scalie bodies standing around her both in the water and out, their cocks hard and pointed at her from all directions while she stared in shock with her one open eye at the phone's display being shown to her.

She raised a trembling hand to her face, lazily wiping the wad of cum out of her right eye, then looked down at it dumbfounded—the viscous gunk clinging to her fingers as she separated them. A terrified whimper escaped her maw, the reality of what was all over her face sinking in; that the lewdly desecrated countenance of that fox girl on the tiny screen being held up by Dean was in fact her own. She felt a lump of terror in her throat and swallowed it down, accidentally taking some residual crocodile cum with it, making her cough a couple times and spit her tongue out to try and scrape off what was left of her stepbrothers' combined climaxes resting there.

Javel, Mallick and Trekan all stepped out of the hot tub while Zeedin moved forward and grabbed Cassie by her arms, raising her up onto her feet. Someone shoved a towel in her face and rubbed it around, doing a quick and poor job of cleaning off the layers of cum before pulling it away and letting her see again.

Zeedin yanked her into his chest in a strong embrace, then swiveled around while clutching her tightly up against him, exposing her ass to the room.

He glided his hands down to her fuzzy orange and white buns and squeezed each plush cheek viciously, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh of each tush, then pulling her buttocks wiiiidely apart.

"Aahhhh! Aaaoowww!" cried Cassie in response, her hands shooting down to grab at his larger wrists in a pitiful attempt to pry them off and release the sting.

Dean reached forward from behind her and took hold of her soggy tail, lifting it up to reveal her exposed anus and cleft being parted open by the needlessly aggressive butt-spread of Zeedin's hands.

"Daaaaamn, look at thaaaat!" said Dean with a lusty intonation, lowering the phone in his hand down and angling it in to perfectly frame both of her most private holes being so obscenely showcased, the video capture recording them up close and personal in all their pink, stretchy glory.

The other five spectating crocodiles in the room quickly took Dean's advice and closed in on the scene, huddling up beside each other to see their stepsister's femininity being so explicitly put on display. Involuntary flexes of apprehensive trepidation seized her entire backside, causing her anus and pussy to start winking at all of them—and the camera—their sick, pervy grins growing that much wider at the adorable, lewd contractions.

Bate reached forward and slid two fingers up her pussy, pushing them playfully in and out, his initiative to touch instead of look instigating several additional hands to follow suit, suddenly descending on her behind.

Cassie looked over her shoulder with a whimper as she felt a cascade of touches begin roving all over her posterior. A palm sliding sensually up and down her inner thigh. Four digits grazing through the valley of her parted ass. Someone's thumb pressing up over her clit and rubbing back and forth firm and deliberate. Another someone cupping the underside of her left butt cheek and sweetly rubbing a thumb along it.

Zeedin let go of Cassie's cheeks to give the rest of his brothers more surface area to seize, instead gripping her forearms and bringing them up to her sternum between him and her. He restrained both her wrists in a single, powerful hand, then wrapped his other down around her lower back, tugging her in toward his abs and pulling her back into an arch that—in turn—pushed her ass out for his brothers to better enjoy as he held her tightly up against his looming stature.

The boyish zeal of their hands grew hungrier by the second as touches turned to rubs and rubs turned to grabs. At least three different boys were all taking turns pushing their digits inside her, interchanging between curiously fingering her and giving each of the globes of her ass a light slap to make them jiggle. All of them grew noticeably more vocal the longer they felt up her sensitive flesh, the eagerness in their voices rising in tandem with the amount of force in their hands. Inappropriate prods and invasive fondling rapidly transitioned into outright, full-strength gropes and squeezes targeting every square inch of even the most remotely intimate flesh to be found below her waist.

Before even a full minute had passed, they were all actively ravishing her like they were a prowling pack of snide, pervert punks that'd just pulled a beautiful girl into a dark alleyway while she was on her way to prom, immediately shoving multiple hands straight up her dress to grab a handful of ass and play with her pussy while she was dragged into the shadows with a hand clamped over her mouth... except it felt even worse than that for Cassie, because she knew she could be as loud as she wanted and it wouldn't make a difference. She could cry and beg and moan and scream, and their hands would just keep swarming and rubbing and slapping and pinching and cupping her down there exactly like they were.

"Such a preppy little cheer-cunt," said one gruff voice kneeling down behind her. Four fingers of a flat hand swiping down on her right buttock, then again back up.

"Ohhh fuck, that's so cute!" said another as two fingers of someone's hand spread the lips of her pussy apart while two different fingers from someone else's hand immediately took advantage and wedged their way up her hole, curling inward.

"Aaauu-huhh! Stu-uhh-awwwpp!!" cried Cassie, her hands clenching into fists and the claws of her toes curling into the floor, thoughtlessly trying to pull her wrists free of Zeedin's powerful grip that kept her defenseless.

"You gotta show us your cheer routine sometime, you shy little slut!" said another still, followed by the feel of a warm, wet, fat crocodile tongue briskly gliding up the naked skin of her left butt cheek and paired with a vile, gleeful chuckle as it dragged.

"Damn, cheerleader ass is so fuckin' soft!" came a voice she couldn't even identify through the numerous other male voices laughing and "ooo"-ing and "mmm"-ing over each other as they fought for free space on her backside to put their hands and fingers and tongues. A distinctly harsh and painful pinch on her right buttock immediately followed the words, causing Cassie to yowl out and try to shimmy her ass free of the biting nip she suddenly felt.

They all burst out into excited hooting, the force in their molestations kicking into overdrive as three more pinches just as stinging as the first all clamped onto her ass, one of them shaking the respective cheek up and down in the most crude way. Their ministrations shifted from cruel and curious to outright physical abuse, pinching and squeezing and jostling and tugging at her bare bottom. Ruthlessly, collaboratively punishing it in ways that—for some terrible reason—her bent and foggy mind simply refused to label as true pain no matter how much it hurt.

"Pleee-eeezzuhh-uaaAAHhhh, owww!" Cassie shrieked, wincing her eyes shut with gritted teeth and burying her face into Zeedin's chest at the feel of a dozen, barbaric, scalie hands pawing at her in such sensitive places all together and all at once. Their touches were harsh, and mean, and almost spitefully strong, like she had wronged all of them somehow, and now they were all getting back at her as she stood in the nude and completely at the mercy of their salacious siege, mauling and mashing and squishing down on the tender plushness of her ass like a highly durable, free-use stress toy that belonged to nobody in particular.

A palm crashed down on her left buttock abruptly, spanking it hard in a loud, sharp SLAP that filled the room, her ass visibly jiggling about and settling back into place from the sheer force of the impact.

Cassie threw her head up and cried out with a helpless, shrill squeal followed by a pathetic, girly pule, fresh tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Every last one of their smirks and grins immediately jumped to full-teeth smiles in creepy unison, absolutely loving that noise she'd made... so every last one of them immediately began to spank her as well with the sole intent to make her do it again.

Their hands swung down on her pert ass one at a time, taking turns brutally slapping each of her buttocks full-force, as though competing with each other over who could get the best squeal out of her.

It went on for ten, uninterrupted minutes. The repeat sounds of a loud slap, then a young girl's piercing shriek, then low, rumbling, cavalier chuckles of several boys drifted up through the open basement door and echoed through the main floor of the empty suburban house, over and over and over.

Swat. Howl. Chuckles.

Smack. Yelp. Chuckles.

Slap. "AAHH!! Pl-heeeaze!" Chuckles.

Were anyone else to be home, it'd be impossible for them not to know exactly what kind of peril the teenage cheerleader was in just one flight of stairs lower—trapped all alone in a room with a group of hulking, handsy hoodlums that were being way too mean and horrible with such a shy and gentle girl. Ganging up on her and doing awful, unspeakable, filthy things to her while nobody was around to help.

The hand holding her tail up gave it occasional tugs throughout, making her cry out even louder. The jolt from each pull of her tail streaked across her nervous system like a lit firework scraping along pavement in a trail of sparkles, her girl brain unable to help but process those sharp yanks as a sexual thrill that complimented the onslaught of unnecessarily powerful spanks battering her behind right alongside it.

The pattern continued until her ass was red, sore, and terribly sensitive to even the slightest of stings. Cassie stood on shaking legs, panting through her bite with tears streaming down her cheeks, her chest wound tight like a spring box as she sobbed. She buried her face into her eldest stepbrother's bulk, his hold on her wrists having released halfway through the attack. Her whiskers pressed against his pecs and fingers curling tightly over his broad shoulders as she clung onto him for dear life, having resigned her lower half to being her stepbrothers' property for them all to use and abuse as they pleased.

There was a lull in the brutalizing spanks to her bottom. Cassie braced for the next painful slap on her ass, but it never came, allowing her to slowly begin catching her breath as the rain of swinging hands finally halted.

Zeedin grabbed her by her arms and spun her around to face all of them; a terrifying line-up of wide, leering grins staring back at her with a rapacious lust in each of their gazes. Cassie took in the multiple pairs of slitted, lizard eyes running up and down her naked body, doing double and triple takes over her tits rising and falling through her panicked breath, glancing over the shiver in her slender legs, watching her crying face with malice and merriness—and, of course, repeatedly ogling the slit of her petite pussy poking out through the front of her stout thighs.

"...Please... please let me go now," Cassie pleaded in a sniffling, broken voice.

They all inched closer, making her feel unimaginably small and helpless, their muscled, scalie bodies boxing her in.

"Awwww, you aren't having fun, Cass?" said Trekan sarcastically from her left.

"Don't worry, Cassie. We'll be nice now. We promise, don't we guys?" Bate chortled from her front.

"Of course!"

"Yeah, we will,"

"Pinky promise!"

"Relax, baby,"

came a slew of several voices all speaking over each other using tones of disingenuous pampering and stifled laughter, their facetious niceties paired with a swarm of hands all reaching forward at once to grope and stroke her in mock-affection.

One hand stroked two fingers along her labia, another squishing down on her right breast with a cruel amount of strength in the flexing fingers, another grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm straight out while a palm felt its way up and down the limb. Faceless fingers pinched the nipple of her other breast and rolled it between them. All of them cooed out sweet, insincere nothings to her as they closed in, touching whatever they wanted from every direction, trapping her in a cage of rude, grabby, unkind molestations blended with faux-mannered verbosities like they were all trying to win her favor.

"Lovely little lady!"

"Ohhh, you're so pretty!"

"That feel good, cutie?"

"Look at those tits... will you be my girlfriend, Cassie?"

Cassie wriggled and twisted left and right, gritting her teeth and wincing her eyes shut. Trying in vain to deter the avalanche of gropey, pervy boy hands running all over her nude form, whimpering in protest as she was felt up and down. Not an inch on her was sacred to them.

Two sets of claws each grabbed at both of her calves and pulled them out from under her, making her yip in surprise as her center mass fell the rest of the way into their grasp, hoisting her completely off the ground and revoking the last bit of leverage she had to writhe away from the horde of horndog hands having their way with her.

Zeedin locked his arms under hers as she was swept off her feet, her belly to the ceiling. Additional hands slid in under her back and ass to support her weight—copping a few feels in the process. All of them lifted her up together and carried her over to the center of the room, her dangling tail dragging across the floor as they held her suspended in the air.

Zeedin was over her head, Bate and Mallick were each holding her arms, Trekan and Arlos were holding each of her legs, and Dean stood a few feet away with the phone camera trained on the scene. That only left one other stepbrother—Javel—who stood down at her open thighs with his stiff cock in his hand.

Trekan and Arlos each took a step out to pull Cassie's legs wider apart as Javel closed in, acutely aware of what was about to happen next and ready to keep Cassie from trying to thrash her way out of the main event.

"N-nooohhh, no! please doooon't!" Cassie muttered through her sob, staring down past her belly and watching Javel settling into an unmistakable position with her.

He stepped forward one pace and pressed the head of his shaft to her slick, pink entrance, rubbing his tip up and down along the length of her slit in an anticipatory tease. His long, fat tongue slipped out from the left side of his elongated mouth and curled up over his snout, watching the mushy, pink petals of her labia submissively conforming around the shape of his prodding meat.

Everyone was silent as they watched the scene draw itself out—everyone except Cassie, who was keening and whining through her peril, being kept right on the edge of that terrible moment for no other reason than the sick amusement of her stepbrothers as they all gawked at her vulnerable young body hanging four feet off the ground in complete nudity, each and every one of them waiting with bated breath to see her get penetrated raw.

Javel looked up and met Cassie's wide-eyed stare of tears and fear. His jaw slowly fell halfway open, cock held still and poised right at her hole. A low, prolonged, crocodilian hiss waxed up out of him, her emerald eyes trapped inside the hazel of his own as she heard it. He looked positively wicked, the fiendish smile, fat, lulling tongue and dark, squinted eyes taunting her through the duration of that pregnant pause, giving ample time for her to fully grasp the sacrilegious intimacy of what was just seconds away—a profound concentration of dread welling up in her gut and placing a quiver on her lower lip. She desperately shook her head no, the phone camera zooming in on her face to capture the perfect angle of her impending reaction.

At the height of his lizard hiss of conquest, Javel thrust forward and sunk his cock straight into her right up to the hilt, spearing himself all the way up inside his stepsister's defenseless teen pussy, instantly groaning out in lewd satisfaction as he felt the tight, wet warmth of her pink pocket engulfing his pride.

The room erupted into hollering cat-calls, excited shouts, and a ruckus of frat-boyish approval.

Cassie's eyes winced shut and she cried out in despair, jostling herself about in her mid-air dangle. Her maw fell into a wide gape, flashing her pearly canines to the camera as she shrieked.

Javel pulled himself back out until only his tip rested between her labia, looking down at the meeting of their hips with a haughty, boyish hunger.

Dean panned the camera down past Cassie's heaving, naked tits, along her flat stomach, and settling the frame down at her crotch just in time to record Javel's cock slowly thrusting its full length back inside her as he groaned out again, his brow furrowed and jaw hung open.

Javel established a steady, powerful rhythm, fucking Cassie in slow, deep strokes, her cunt yawning into a wet, slushy 'O' to accommodate his girth at the peak of every thrust. Her lithe body couldn't help but pronounce the size disparity between them as he repeatedly stuffed her pussy to the brim, then slid back out to let it return to a vertical gash that cradled just the head of his cock on every withdrawal.

The rest of her stepbrothers quickly grew restless as they stood idly and did their part to keep her hoisted off the ground, watching their stepsister's smaller figure getting pummeled by a thick crocodile cock repeatedly bottoming out inside her with stern, firm strokes. Their free hands began to wander, palms running along her calves, roaming over the fur of her belly and up to her chest. Bate and Mallick each cupped one of her breasts. Meanwhile, Trekan and Arlos started massaging each of her pawed feet, all of them crooning out the most condescending compliments to her that thoroughly juxtaposed her blatantly obvious distress.

"You're such a cute girl, Cassie!" said Arlos, interlacing his fingers with her toes and rubbing the heel of his palm into the arch of her foot.

"You're the luckiest girl in school, Cass! You got seven new boyfriends in a single afternoon," chuckled Bate while pinching her nipple and pulling it upward, lifting the weight of her breast up with it.

"We've all got such a big crush on you, Cassie. Doesn't that make you feel pretty?" Zeedin added, cradling her skull down at his waistline and stroking his thumb along the whiskers of her muzzle.

"Uu-uhhff-l-leaaase, ahh! St-aahhh!!!" pleaded Cassie through broken words fused haphazardly into her moans.

Javel slid his hands from her thighs up to her hips, gripping them tightly. He shut his eyes, tensed his shoulders, and craned his head down and forward, losing himself in the sensation and picking up his tempo into a frenzied rutting of huffs and grunts.

"Uuaah, fuck! Ooohhffffffuckyeaaahh! Ahhh, your pretty pussy is so fuckin' tight, Cassie! Haaaaauuhhfffffuuuuuuhck!" he taunted her through his barrage of frantic thrusts, riding his high of pleasure as he ruthlessly fucked his stepsister bareback, clenching her hips tight like a vice and railing into her with zero regard for how much bigger he was.

"AaaAAaaaAAaaaAAaaAAaaAAaaAAaaAAuuUUuuUUuuhh!" Cassie's cry waivered up and down from the power of Javel crashing his hips into hers in rapid, feverish succession. She stared down her own body, past the hands playing with her tits and watching him absolutely pounding her for all she was worth, rocking her suspended body back and forth as the explicit sounds of wet, aggressive sex slaps combined with the ecstatic, labored, growling moans of a crocodile boy assaulted her lowered ears. Cassie couldn't bring herself to look away from the source of it, beholding in blurry horror witnessed through hot tears the explicit reality of one of her stepbrothers going all the way, and with everything he had. Vigorously raping her like no tomorrow with his head bowed and stance widened while the rest of his siblings helped keep her steady to make sure it continued totally unimpeded. All of them were working together to keep her fully restrained as Javel fucked her gripping pussy quick and desperate. Cassie couldn't do anything—not even to slow him down. She was trapped; raised into the air by a dozen different boy hands that held her spread and vulnerable like some sort of twisted sacrifice strung up to a floating altar and left to just... take it.

Suddenly, Javel threw his head up to the ceiling and roared out with frustrated brows and an open maw, halting his thrusts and holding himself tightly against her, releasing a torrent of his nasty white spunk straight into the back of her pussy... and Cassie could feel every single filthy spurt of it inside her, filling up her whole cavity in a matter of seconds.

He hadn't even warned her! He hadn't even said anything! He'd just started cumming inside of her like it was nothing special—like she was nothing but a hole for him to stuff his cock into and milk himself with.

Cassie stared down at his stilled hips with big, bawling eyes, shaking her head no in wordless pleading through every flex of his crocodile cock nestled up against the door to her womb. Every physical, tangible gush of his horribly intimate payload fired out of the twitching head of his shaft while it kept itself pressed snugly up against the mouth of her cervix. Every unmistakable pulse from his tip unleashing a new burst of boy goo and actively inundating her defenseless depths, globs of excess seeping out through the seal of her plugged up pussy and drizzling down into the crack of her ass.

"Uuuaaaaahhhff-...uuuuhhckk! Take my fuckin' cum in your foxy little cheerleader pussy. Aaaahhhhfffuck yeah! ...Hhhoooohhhffuuuhhck..." Javel dropped his head back down and let his tongue dangle out of his mouth, drinking in the visual of his turgid lizard cock buried to completion in his stepsister's taut little breeding hole, the petals of her flower spread lewdly around the size of his invading rod. He spewed his last few jettisons of white inside her through short, quick, shallow thrusts, then gripped his spent cock at the base and slowly pulled himself out with a triumphant sigh, a thick strand of his cum connecting from his tip to her sticky, pink folds.

Cassie whimpered in defeat and untensed all of her muscles, letting her body go limp in their hold, her eyes falling shut and head dropping to the side as she broke into another series of short, gasping sobs. What else was there for her to even resist anymore? What more could they do to her body that was even worth trying to struggle against now that one of them had stolen her first away? What else did she have to guard after taking a crocodile's mast raw to the hilt and having half a bucket of lizard gunk dumped up into the back of her vaginal canal in front of all of them?

Javel laughed at her despondency, taking his cock still in hand and slapping it down on her sopping labia, creating audible little 'thapthapthapthap's that added horrifying insult to injury for the ravaged teen girl, the noise and feel of it making her cry harder.

All seven of them traded places in a clockwise rotation, keeping her lifted off the ground and totally restrained as they changed into their new spots. Zeedin moved from her head to hold her left arm with Bate taking his place and cradling a hand under her neck just the same. Arlos released her left leg and took the phone from Dean, who stepped into place between her thighs that Javel and Mallick had jumped into their roles of splaying gratuitously wide apart.

It was so disturbing how they all knew what to do without needing words. It told Cassie they'd almost certainly been planning the disgusting details of this terrible assault well before she'd gotten home from school, or maybe even days earlier.

Dean wasted no time and immediately lined his cock up with her dripping pussy, plunging it in like it was a mere game of ritual to him, and it just so happened to be his turn to play. His left hand idly stroked along her inner thigh, then squeezed down possessively on the meat of its muscle. He turned over to the camera at his side and rested his right hand arrogantly on his hip, granting the lens a clean sightline of the penetration before starting a back-and-forth pump of his pelvis, sawing himself in and out of her squelching cunt and smiling wickedly over toward the camera as he did.

Trekan and Zeedin holding her arms each leaned in toward her breasts. Trekan at her right squeezed her boobflesh with his free hand—pronouncing her nipple as it stuck itself upward from the squish of his fingers—then dragged his tongue over the resulting, pointed peak of her sensitive, fuzzy mound, his fat oral muscle completely encompassing the pink of her areola with each pass of his tongue grazing straight across her nipple over and over, lapping at it repeatedly like some sort of thirsty dog. Meanwhile, Zeedin at her left pressed the tip of his long, scalie snout over the front of her other breast, sealing his lips over the nipple and sucking down hard on her tit with closed eyes like he was trying to pull milk out of it. His head subtly shifted up and down, lifting the weight of her mammary off her chest each time he rose in rhythm with the powerful suction of his chops.

Cassie's eyes were squinted shut, every breath she exhaled through her open mouth was blended with an irregular, moaning huff or a rapid, quivering pant. More pieces of her sanity were being plucked from her with every second it continued. A cock and two mouths working in tandem to fling her coherency into the stratosphere.

Dean thrusted himself back and forth inside Cassie, glancing down at his cock pistoning in and out of her lush, teen pussy, then looking back at the camera and sticking his tongue out through a broadening, creepy smile—like he was showing off to the would-be audience of the footage; like he was proud of how insanely graphic it was that the camera could see every last detail of him cramming his whole cock up inside his own stepsister on repeat, his deliberate posture making sure the specifics of her petite, teenage cunt being stretched wide around his shifting girth were fully visible and captured in their entirety by the active recording. He brought his left palm up to rest on her mound, then pressed his thumb down over her clit and began rubbing it firmly while he fucked her, his pace not slowing at all.

Cassie's eyes shot open and glassed over at the added rush of stimulation, bursting out in a long, loud moan. Her head slowly rolled as far back as it would go through the full duration of her pleasured bellow, the volume of it peaking as her face fell all the way upside down with her muzzle wide open and unknowingly pointing right at Bate's erection.

Bate looked down at her head and saw his opportunity practically wrapped in a bow for him. Taking advantage, he grabbed his cock with one hand while propping the back of her neck with the other and pushed his stiff meat into her maw with one, swift motion, interrupting her waning wail of bliss with a wet, stabbing GHLLK! sounding out from her suddenly-filled gullet.

Bate gripped the top of her neck with his other hand, feeling the bulge of his own cock under his thumb as it pushed into the top of her throat, then began fucking her mouth in short, eager thrusts. "Yeaaaaauuhhh," he rumbled out with a grungy, conqueror's sneer sported along his big croc snout.

All of it was just too much for Cassie. There were too many feelings swarming her body, and they were all so new, so dirty, and just so very, very much all at once! She'd never even touched a cock before today, let alone had one crammed into the back of her mouth and drooling precum straight down into her esophagus. She'd never lactated, either, much less had a boy try and trick her body into nursing him with a strong, suckling mouth latching itself onto her naked breast. The most penetration she'd ever even experimented with was a couple fingers in the shower from time to time when she needed to take a load off, and now she was taking her second crocodile cock of the evening, feeling it driving up inside her with a consistent pattern of wet, noisy sletching sounds that loudly betrayed how ready her body was to get absolutely fucked by any dick in the room.

Shlp, shlp, shlp, shlp, shlp, shlp, shlp came the noises of Dean's stiff cock avidly pummeling in and out of her sullied and gushing pink pussy, his thumb racing up and down over her clit, rubbing her most sensitive bundle of nerves raw as he casually raped her while smiling into the camera and giving it a thumbs up with his other hand.

"Nnnllllh, nnnllh, nnllluhh, nnnlllluahh!" from Trekan's husky breaths as he repeatedly heaved his tongue over her right tit, his hand squeezing it into a point and dragging the full length of that wet tongue over the accentuated nipple with audible grunts of hunger in every hefty, salivating lick.

"Mmmmh, mmmnh, mmmh-tch Mmmmnhh!" from Zeedin's rumbling moans catching in her ears as he sucked on her left tit like he couldn't get enough of it, his lips pursed in and pressed down over the top of her breastflesh, slurping and suckling over her nipple, occasionally flicking it with the end of his tongue while keeping it in the confines of his maw. He was barely coming up for air at all, only rarely breaking the seal of his lips with a loud smooching noise, then immediately diving back down to encompass her fuzzy jug again while cupping it from beneath with a soft, tender hold. He shifted his head up with every sucking motion, his mouth lifting her breast up off her chest with him each time.

"Ghhgh, hhkgh, GHHK, ghhlk, hllghhk, GHHK, GHLK, HHLGHK" coming from Cassie's own plugged mouth as Bate hastily face-fucked her, shoving his cock into her upside-down muzzle with a series of short, aggressive thrusts paired with angry, wanting grunts. His thumb was wrapped over the top of her neck and rubbing back and forth along the bump of his shaft, pressing down on the convex protrusion of his own cock as it continuously lodged itself in and out of her throat. He let out a low, gravely groan of pleasure, gripping her by the neck with two hands and crossing his thumbs over each other as his humping increased, using her mouth like a fleshlight with steadily rising urgency in his shifting hips, his sack bopping against her black nose at the crux of every desperately excited push into her maw.

It was a foregone conclusion that he wasn't going to pull out either, but the fact that he was readying to dump a massive load of cum straight down her throat wasn't even a thought in her mind, because she had none of those left anymore.

Cassie's lucidity dropped to near-zero, fresh tears muddying what was left of her vision as her eyes rolled up into her head. Her body had already decided what it was going to do, leaving her as nothing but a passenger in it, being rocked back and forth like a ragdoll in the clutches of a bunch of hung, muscled, naked crocodile boys. Getting spit-roasted by two cocks pounding into her from both ends at once while several other boy hands propped up her body weight from all directions, keeping her elevated off the ground as her gangrape continued.

The muscles in her thighs began to spasm, their trembling vibrations felt clearly in the hands of Javel and Mallick as they kept her legs pulled open, each of them shooting the other a knowing grin at the tangible surges of euphoria ripping through Cassie from head to toe. They both slid their free hands forward and rubbed along her inner thighs in a soothing manner, silently encouraging her to keep cumming as she was tossed through a raging storm of cascading pleasure that pulverized her brain into mulch while they watched.

An unbroken, two-second-long stream of her juices fired out from just under Dean's active thumb on her clit, splashing against his waistline as he fucked her, the slick fluid dripping down over the base of his cock and flying off the underside of his swinging sack as he continued rocking his hips into hers, his tempo completely unbothered.

All seven of them immediately let out roaring cheers of elation and laughter as they saw her squirt, like a bunch of fraternity louts that'd just watched their favorite sports team nail the winning goal of a world championship.

Her body was a toy to them. It was like she wasn't even there anymore—or maybe, to them, she never was. Just a limp, naked, teenage fuckdoll for all of them to use and abuse like it was some sort of game; some sort of leisurely pastime... and making her writhe and shake and shiver in visibly apparent orgasm was the victory condition with a squirting climax being the final touchdown!

It was so fucking sick...

They were all so vile and mean...

It all just felt so horribly-

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Cassie stood over the open toilet with two fingers pushed up her pussy and raking them back and forth, the intensity of the memory hitting her like a truck as she focused on all its sexually explicit particulars.

shk-shk-shk-shk-shk-shk-shk-shk-shk echoed softly down the row of stalls and out toward the empty tables of the cafeteria.

Her head fell to the side, burying her face into the straight of her left arm that propped her up against the brick wall over the porcelain bowl. She went cross-eyed and let out a quick, quiet "fff-... uhck!" through a heavy puff of breath, biting her lower lip to keep herself from getting any louder. She pulled her fingers out of her snatch right before a spurt of her gush fired off, the discharge of her release falling perfectly into the bowl's water. Her two sopping digits immediately switched to racing over her nub, helping her ride out her precipice. The sound of a long, audible splash aired out from the boys bathroom, then a lesser second splash, then a small pause of silence... and finally a sharp, faint, feminine gasp.

Her chest heaved up and down through slow, tense intakes of breath followed by soft, quivering pants to let it back out, her brows bridging to a point in guilty bliss. Her legs wobbled beneath her as she came to the explicit memories of her first-ever gangrape at the hands of her bully stepbrothers.

...the first of what became so very many more...

Her fingers were dripping with her nectar, three of them raised up and pointed straight out while her middle stayed pressed over her clit, rubbing it slower and more sensual as her high began to subside.

Cassie had gotten very good at cumming in quiet. A necessary technique to make sure nobody walking nearby would hear something that would no-doubt perk anyone's ears to listen for more. There was nothing she could do about the splash from her ejaculate, though. She just had to risk that each and every time, prepared with a unique lie should anyone have heard it and ask her about it later.

I saw something weird floating in my water bottle and I didn't wanna drink it, so I just poured it out, she rehearsed the words of her secondary safety-bluff in her head, just as she always did immediately after stealthily getting off at school—making sure she had her emergency bases covered. She repeated the words in her head one more time as she stood there leaning over the toilet in stillness and silence while waiting for her breathing to go back to normal, her peach drenched in her arousal as her fingers finally slowed to a halt.

Cassie raised her right hand up to her face, spreading her fingers apart to witness her own mess coating them from tip to knuckle. She wished she didn't need two separate lies for this routine of hers, especially since the second one was the less-believable of the two, but she just couldn't ever help it anymore. She always squirted when she came, at least a little. Her body had just been through so much, having been conditioned to twist her belly into a knot and puuuuush at the peak of every orgasm. She couldn't even fight those automatic convulsions now... or perhaps she just didn't have it in her to try, knowing it wouldn't matter anyway come the very next Friday night.

...They never stopped until she was visibly squirting for their phone cameras. They liked the disgusting spectacle of it; the rowdy, climactic display of her teenage body reacting to all the horrible, filthy things they'd been doing to it for the past handful of hours. They never cared if she screamed. They never cared if she cried. They never cared if she thrashed or moaned or begged... They only ever cared if she squirted for them. That was the one thing that got a rise out of every single one of them, all at once, with one hundred percent consistency.

They always mocked her so brutally when she came like that, too. Pampering her with fraudulent sympathies and fake-sweet compliments as some sort of twisted joke. Pecking her on the cheek. Pressing their elongated snouts down onto the squishy tissue of her breastflesh. Making exaggerated smooching noises with each plant of their lips tenderly kissing random places on the curvature of her tits. Calling her their "pretty little garden hose" with soft, purring voices while someone's wayward fingers stroked flatly over her still-convulsing labia, mushing her twitching petals back and forth over his lewd, explorative caresses not even two seconds after her orgasm had stopped. Another someone's thumb slipping under her chin and tilting her head up while she was still dazed out of her mind, kissing her romantically on the lips with a whispered "good girl," a brief bridge of shared saliva still connecting their lips as he cooed the words to her, all of them nursing her back to her senses in their own special, disgusting way even as her brain had barely finished putting itself back together from her climax.

They were so fucking awful!

The closest thing to 'nice' they'd ever been to her, and it was only after she'd cum herself into a stupor right in front of them while butt-naked and shivering with tears on her face... and even then, it was an inauthentic, pretend-nice meant to make her feel even worse!

It was just so... unspeakably terrible what they did to her... what they still do to her... what she now has to keep letting them do to her!

So... why the fuck does she only ever think back on those times with nothing but an indescribable longing in her crotch now!? When did the moment it all changed really happen? How many Fridays had it been of her screaming out her woeful pleasure down in that lizard rape-pit until she'd truly broken in two and started thinking back to those nights with a wet, sticky shame between her legs instead of a thumping terror in her chest? When did that damn switch get flipped!? Was there any way to undo it now?

She had no time to think about it in here anyway. She'd been in the boys bathroom for at least fifteen minutes. That was seriously pushing it if she wanted to keep suspicions low.

Cassie reached down toward the dispenser mounted on the stall wall, her shaky fingers grabbing the toilet paper and rolling out several squares, tearing them off and standing herself back upright to wipe her one soaking hand dry enough that she could touch her clothes with it again.

She took another, much larger wad of paper and wiped her nethers clean of the clear, sheening mess they were covered in before grabbing the rest of her apparel and hurriedly redressing herself, stepping back into her panties and dress skirt, then pulling them back up to her waist.

With a flush of the evidence and a thorough, soapy rinsing of her hands, she brisk-walked back through the school's cafeteria—still totally devoid of life—and down the hall toward her Geography class.

Opening the door and stepping back into the room, she quietly pattered across the carpeted floor and down through the row of her peers, retaking her seat—the sheepdog so concentrated on his lecture that he didn't even turn around to acknowledge her return.

Brushing her golden locks behind her shoulders, she perched a wrist on her desk and draped her other hand over it, renewing her focus on the nothing-burger lesson.

Cassie pulled a side-eye at the classmate sitting across the isle to her left, spying inconspicuously at what the lamb-girl's textbook was open to, then flipping a few pages forward in her own until the pictures and paragraph positions matched.

With a quiet sigh, her pretty, emerald eyes darted up to the clock above the whiteboard once more. She wasn't going to digest anything valuable out of the last eight minutes of class, even if she was only moderately less distracted than she had been before.

That burning question from the boys bathroom popped back into her head as she watched the clock's second hand jumping along with every quiet tick, thinking back to how that first Friday had ended, but with the added bonus of not having her loins flare up as the memory of being systematically penetrated and creampied seven times in a row sailed through her head.

When did I start to break? What day was it? What month? Cassie pondered.

They'd made her watch the footage back multiple times after that night, loving what they'd captured. The following morning, she'd been pulled into the lap of Trekan sitting on the family room couch, grabbed by the chin, and forced to look toward the phone being held in front of her face.

The little screen depicted a close-up of her forcefully spread legs right as the final cock of her night slipped free of her despoiled pussy with a huge strand of cum bridging from its tip to her sodden hole, then breaking free and drooping down to the floor and into a pre-existing puddle of filth with an audible slosh. The framing of the shot perfectly showcased an arc of her juices squirting out of her not even a full second after the cock had pulled free. Two scalie fingers darted forward from out of frame and held her labia apart to ensure the camera could see every last bit of intimate pink shuddering and flexing and convulsing in orgasm, keeping her pussy spread open to the exposed air for the entire duration of her release as a second arc shot out, then the weaker spurt of a third, then the brief sputter of a fourth, the tiny hole of her urethra twitching and winking at the camera as it finished. Her crying moans could be heard clearly through the phone's audio, the pitiful sounds of her voice mixed in with the sickening guffaws of her stepbrothers who were all honed in on the scene and standing just out of view, swarmed around the sight of their stark-naked stepsister graphically cumming all over the floor right in front of them, her legs pulled up and splayed out widely to make sure everyone in the room could see.

She shuffled uncomfortably in Trekan's lap, feeling his bulge under her ass while staring at the stomach-churning particulars of the playback on that hand-held screen, watching in absolute horror as it relayed the downright pornographic obscenity of such outrageously lascivious depravities being done to her young body. The two fingers that were spreading her pussy in the footage dipped down and into her hole, worming around inside her, then pulling back out and raising up toward her face. The clip ended on a freeze-frame headshot showing her eyes rolled up to the ceiling and tongue sticking out as the two crocodile digits slick with her own juices were shoved into the back of her mouth, the audio cutting off right as she'd begun to gag out. The expensive, top-end smartphone had spared no expense in recording the full details of her special hell in 4k, 60-fps.

No... that wasn't when the switch happened. Not even close. She remembered the dread that pierced her heart when Trekan had muttered those terrible words into her ear that morning:

"This is so hot, should we send it to your teachers?"

She'd frantically shook her head no, tears forming at the corners of her eyes and begging with a whispered "Please..."

"Yeah, you're right. How 'bout we keep this between us," Trekan had said, turning her head to the side to lock an eye with him. "Understand?" he'd added with a threatening tone.

Cassie furrowed her brow, her stare drifting down to her open textbook on her classroom desk, looking right through the page with unfocused eyes as she recalled exactly how fucking filthy and disgusting that video had been to see for the first time. Trekan's message had been clear that morning. If she told anyone, they'd show everyone... and there was so unbelievably much to be shown.

Cassie was already the shy type. They knew with a certainty that there was no way in hell she'd have the guts to tell a soul, not with shockingly graphic footage like that ready at any moment to ping the phones of every classmate she'd ever sat with and every teacher she'd ever handed in assignments to. The idea of them all suddenly receiving a personal snippet in the highest sendable quality of what Datonhall High cheerleader Cassie Bircham looked like naked and spread while having crocodile dicks stuffed up her fully-bared vixen pussy until it was literally, visibly overflowing with interspecies ejaculate was... just such a paralyzing notion to her...

Even if just one, modest clip showing her with her breasts out was threatened to be sent to only the football team, that'd be enough to keep her quiet indefinitely. Having the boys who eyed her and her cheer team the most during games suddenly get free access to straight-up nudes of an actual cheerleader they went to school with would almost certainly make her break down and freak out... but everyone!? She knew she'd never have it in her to speak up, and clearly, so did her stepbrothers.

The sound of the school bell blared out abruptly through the announcement speaker above the classroom door, signifying the end of the period and prompting everyone to rise out of their seats.

"Don't forget your worksheets for two-forty-eight through two-sixty-seven are due no later than the nineteenth! That's Thursday of next week!" the sheepdog reminded his class, all of them standing up and stuffing their books and pencils into their backpacks before heading to the door.

Students flooded into the hallway, a sea of hustling and bustling bodies of all different kinds—fur and scale, tall and short, webbed and feathered—quickly filling the locker-lined corridor from wall to wall.

Cassie walked through the roving crowd of her peers with her textbook clutched up to her chest behind crossed arms.

When did I start needing relief at school? How many weeks since the first time...? thought Cassie, staring at the ground as she went.

Stepping up to her locker, she dialed in the combination and popped the metal door open.

Was it Arlos? Did he start making me like it subconsciously with how delicate he always was, and it snowballed from there? She swapped her Geography book out for her Algebra one and swung her locker closed again.

Strutting down the hall and up a flight of stairs, she hurried into the room of her final class for the day and took her seat, being one of the first three to arrive.

She just didn't have the available headspace to go find a friend and spend the remaining seven minutes of free roam chatting like she normally would. In fact, she'd spotted herself becoming slowly less and less social ever since her secret hell began.

Really, her new norm of being a fucktoy for a bunch of always-horny, bastard crocodile boys had messed her up in more ways than one, but Cassie had just never found it terribly productive to actually try and count them all out. What was the point? It wouldn't slow down anything they did to her, nor give her any sort of temporary out, either. There was essentially zero reprieve with them.

At this point with how often they attacked her, she legitimately pondered if it was some sort of species-specific sex drive difference she'd just never learned about. Did most reptiles have utterly insane libidos, or something? Cassie had never bothered to learn much about the culture of marsh-dwellers. It was so far removed from the world of a young fox brought up in a quiet, suburban home. Did crocodiles all just fuck on the regular in those murky, half-flooded, outback neighborhoods they usually came from? Did they perceive the deed as some unimportant recreational activity or something?

How fucking degenerate, if that were the case.

Though... such a theory would explain why not one of them was bothered by her screams or tears, even since that very first Friday. They saw it as fun, she saw it as torment. Maybe it was also why her new stepdad had seven offspring to begin with. They probably came from multiple different crocodile mothers that sleazeball had never even fucking married!

Or, maybe—worse still—the reality was that they knew precisely how intimate and violative all of it was to the exact same degree she did... and they just didn't care because they knew crocodiles were egg-layers, and foxes were not. They could fuck her as much as they wanted, use her body to drain their balls day and night, and as long as they cleaned her up enough, nobody would ever know, save for maybe a gynecologist who'd immediately take notice that her girl parts didn't look quite right for a young woman her age due to the many long months of rigorous, thorough, gratuitously extensive sexual abuse she'd been subjected to. The details and activities of said abuse often got way more creative and varied than what your average gaggle of rapist scalies could possibly think up on their own. Cassie was sure her stepbrothers were looking up nasty things online just to try them on her, knowing they had a vulnerable, teenage girl to sexually exploit in any way they saw fit... day after day after day.

Cassie pulled her pencil out and rested it on her closed textbook, her motions running on full autopilot as she waited for class to begin, the blank expression on her face a telltale sign she was still lost in her own head.

Even when her mother came back from those trips with her stepfather, it wasn't the solace Cassie thought it'd be. Her stepbrothers never raped her while her mother was in the house, but that didn't deter their other assaults much at all.

Despite her mother on the main floor watching tv, they would still sneak up to her bedroom on occasion and do foul things to her. Sometimes it was just one of them, and he'd clamp a hand over her muzzle to keep her quiet while molesting her for up to twenty minutes straight, squeezing her breasts and jamming a hand down the waistline of her pants to fiddle with her clit until she was whipping about in his hold from a quiet, whining orgasm. Other times it was two of them, and one would hold her in place with her arms locked behind her back while the other would kneel down in front of her, pull her pants down to her ankles, stick his long, scalie snout up between her thighs and suckle her naked pussy lips into his mouth until she had visible tears in her eyes.

Her stepbrothers never failed to find a quiet, convenient way to abuse her when her mom was home, always ending their stealthy escapades with a wet, growling, tongue-heavy kiss pushed into Cassie's mouth to intentionally trigger her gag reflex, followed by a vicious, stinging ass-squeeze before she'd be let go.

Her mom never stayed in the house for very long, either. The older vixen wasn't ever at home longer than half a week at the most. Ever since the wedding, she was almost always going somewhere with Cassie's stepdad. A quick visit to one of his beach houses in a private jet here. A four-day stay at a five-star hotel there. She joined that scalie churl as his plus-one for every single one of his weirdly numerous business trips, with each one apparently always finding time to shower her in new layers of comfort and opulence the whole way through—if the jubilant and happy-go-lucky demeanor of Cassie's mother each time she returned was any indication. She always came back home so overjoyed, swiftly whisking Cassie out for junk food and a movie as some sort of mediocre apology for leaving her alone so long and so often.

Cassie sighed through her nostrils, staring blankly at a flavor-poster of the Pythagorean theorem on the wall as more of her classmates began passing in front of her, filing into the room chatty and nonchalant as they each moseyed over to their respective seats, pulling out calculators and notebooks.

The massive sable and crimson dragon that was her Algebra teacher—Mr. Thulwark—stepped into class, ducking his head down as he entered to keep his horns from clanking against the top of the doorframe. He set his black satchel bag down at his desk and pulled his laptop out of it.

Her teacher's immense, unmistakable presence in the room jolted Cassie's attention back into place, prompting her to open her textbook and pluck a page of folded notes out of it, then placing it flat on her desk to look ready and focused in case Mr. Thulwark happened to look in her direction.

That stoic, hulking unit of dark scale and intimidating, draconic muscle mass was not the kind of teacher to cut anybody any slack if he spotted a student looking lazy or disinterested in his class—even if said class hadn't technically started yet.

Cassie looked over at the huge drake, now sitting at his desk in the front corner of the classroom. He looked totally preoccupied with whatever curriculum he was readying before the bell rang him into action.

She relaxed a little, her eyes drifting out the window to the blue sky behind him, her train of thought sliding back into its far-away jaunt.

The funny thing was, her mother seemed to always end up not being at home for every Friday night without fail. Every. Single. One.

The nights when her stepbrothers would consistently dogpile her and do their absolute worst. Destroy her body the longest. Ravage her flesh the harshest. All of them fucking gangraping her all together with the most egregious severity by far until Cassie was screaming and crying and squirting all at the same time, multiple times over with her toes curled and head thrown back... and her mother was always just conveniently out of town playing trophy-wife with her new husband for each and every one of those hellish nights Cassie had to endure.

...and Cassie wished so badly that she'd never figured out why...

It didn't take longer than after the fourth business trip for her to finally muster up the courage to approach her stepdad and try to tell him what his sons had been doing to her all this time. They were his offspring, after all. She figured her best bet to make this stop was to appeal to an authority all of her stepbrothers respected, which most certainly wasn't her or her mother.

As soon as her mother had gone to bed, Cassie made her way to her stepdad's upstairs office at the end of the hallway—the quaint guest bedroom her mom had originally used for storage now beautifully refurbished into a work space that doubled as a mini walk-in library.

That was the night she learned the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

She stood there in her flower pajamas with tears rolling down her cheeks, trying to keep her composure and explain herself to the older, grey and green crocodile man sitting in his office chair that he'd swiveled toward her—claw tips of both hands poised against each other in contemplation as he listened.

Her stepfather initially played dumb and brushed off her report as "simply how boys show affection. They get a bit rough," until Cassie could bring herself to verbally describe what had actually been going on, and that it was no mere playful banter among siblings.

She told him how Bate had interrupted an online call by walking right up to her desk and french-kissing her while her webcam was still on, showing all of the sloppy, over-the-top mouth-to-mouth to her gaming guy-friend who didn't talk to her again after that.

Told him how Javel had come into her room while she was reading a magazine on her bed, yanked her pants down, and just silently mauled her naked ass with his hands for half an hour while completely ignoring her, keeping her pinned face down on her own bedspread as he squished and squeezed her butt until it hurt.

She even mustered up the courage to tell him about what Dean and Mallick had done to her just three days prior. How they'd stripped her nude, forced her into a chair, and pulled her legs open. Both of them had stood over her and masturbated until they came, aiming their cocks right at her exposed privates and intentionally coating her bare vulva with every last shot of their cum until her whole slit was hidden by a thick curtain of dripping, white semen. Then Mallick used a ribbed sex toy on her, pressing it over her cum-covered pussy and rubbing it up and down the lips. He smeared their ejaculate around her labia, then purposefully scooped it onto the tip of the toy before pushing it all the way inside her, fucking her with it by hand over and over with twisting, corkscrew motions, his and Dean's cum acting as sticky, noisy lube through each insertion. She writhed and moaned and cried in the chair, staring down at her own crotch with wide eyes as the silicon dick being embedded deep in her cunt rocked her through one orgasm to the next. Zeedin had been sat back and recording every single second of it from start to finish, threatening aloud to send it to the group chat of her class project if she didn't squirt for the camera.

Cassie tried to get through the modestly worded recollections of her previous assaults with a tremble in her voice, tensing up her shoulders and abdomen as she spoke. It was all she could do to hold back the true extent of her despair from bawling out of her eyes, the recounting causing a plethora of wildly explicit imagery to jump freshly into her mind with each sentence she stuttered out.

Then... in the middle of trying to get through it, she happened to glance down... and froze like a deer in headlights.

A blatant bulge had formed in her stepdad's slacks, instantly replacing her words with a familiar lump catching in her throat.

He rose from his chair with a creak of its metal cylinder, then casually sauntered past her and over to the office door, closing its blinds and twisting the lock shut.

Cassie's breathing quickened as her stepdad turned back toward her with a sly curl on the far back side of his muzzle, eyeing her up and down with a predatory look as she stood there scared stiff in her flower pajamas. Her pupils dilated as he began closing distance. Her heart beat out of her chest as he stopped in front of her, towering over her with a cocky, evil smile, then abruptly reaching down with a powerful hand and grabbing ahold of her wrist, his other hand going straight for her throat. He pushed her backward until her hips met his desk, then forced her down onto it with a hand on her neck, trapping her face-up beneath him with her captured wrist pinned above her head.

He lowered himself down upon her and pushed his mouth to hers, instantly French-kissing her.

Cassie used her free hand to push against his burly chest, but he was huge, easily bigger than even his eldest son Zeedin. She had no possible way to protect herself as he suckled on her lips with his own and prodded his fat tongue in past her teeth.

Her stepdad's left hand let go of her neck and slowly slid down the front of her body, trailing down her button shirt and directly over her right breast, then snaking lower until it reached her crotch. He rubbed two fingers firmly over her pussy through her pajamas, pressing them in over her cunt with strength and grazing slowly up and down, continuing to kiss her all the while.

There Cassie lay, trapped beneath her stepdad's aroused bulk, her back pressed down flat across his work desk while his mouth ran itself eagerly over hers. The revoltingly intimate scene of her stepdad pressing his larger muzzle into hers sat framed under the dimly lit glow of an idle computer screen shining down on both their faces, her smaller mouth held captive inside his own as he made out with her slow and deep and gentle. Fresh tears formed at the corners of Cassie's tight-shut eyes, the feel of his thick, scalie fingers harshly petting her pussy through her pajama pants quickly stifling her will to resist, a distinct wet spot on her crotch actively forming under his roving touch as she fell further under his indomitable thrall, going still and submissive as he continued to sample her.

Not even ten minutes later, Cassie was bent over his desk, her face and breasts pressed down into the mahogany from a strong hand skirted up under her golden locks and pinning her by the back of her neck, her stepdad's other hand jammed under her tail and ruthlessly finger-fucking her not even an hour before midnight. Her elastic pajama pants and silken white panties had been pulled all the way down her legs and sat stretched around her separated ankles at the floor while her stepdad's fingers exploited her bare pussy in any way he wanted. Darting two digits in and out. Circling her clit. Spreading her labia apart. Pinching her pussy lips shut, then rubbing them between the two fingers, growling greedily as he did it without speaking a single word the entire time.

Cassie cried silently through the various stages of her molestation, feeling her stepdad's fat fingers playing with her pussy several different ways in a hasty rush of non-stop touching that produced a steady stream of soft, sticky mushing sounds from the collection of grool that his relentless exploitation of her flower had netted him.

She stared up at the glow of the computer monitor, watching the dancing colors of the screensaver that'd since turned on, trying to distract herself from how close she was to cumming all over her stepdad's busy hand. Why did she think he'd be any different from his wicked sons? How desperate had she become that she'd fooled herself into thinking there was even a slim chance the father of the brutes that gangraped her for fun nearly every day would somehow end up on her side?

Thirty minutes after that, Cassie was naked from the waist down in her stepdad's lap and impaled on his cock, the two of them lounging in his office chair as he showed her the horrifically extensive documentation of all her previous assaults that he had access to on his phone.

Cassie stared at the screen in disbelief, utterly shell shocked at what he was showing her while she sat stuck on top of his jutting girth lodged snugly all the way up inside her. She felt so stupid for ever entertaining this idea. He didn't need to be told what his sons had been doing to her... because his sons had been sending him all of it! The entire time!!! He'd known from day one every single thing they'd done to her. He'd already seen it all. Saved it all. Categorized it all! This absolute sick fuck!

The older crocodile slowly, romantically humped his thick, rigid cock up into her from below, one hand snaked up under her pajama shirt and clutching fiercely at her right breast, squeezing down on it while his other held the phone forward and out, thumb swiping from image to image, video clip to video clip.

Both of them watched the screen intently. Him with half-lidded eyes of lust and control as he rested his chin on the top of her head—exemplifying the size difference between them. Meanwhile, her eyes were wide, terrified pools of fear as she watched the full extent of her own violation being revealed to her. Each new explicit visual appearing on the phone gave her a stark and vivid reminder of the particular night that it had been captured from, forcing her to relive the most graphic and intense snippets of her attacks one after the other while stuck on top of her stepdad's fat dick, completely paralyzed with the horrifying revelation of how big the archive of her abuse truly was.

Cassie sat there still and shivering around his huge length, letting him gently, delicately rape her in nothing but her button-up pajama shirt and bedtime socks covering her crossed and pointed feet. A smorgasbord of smut content slid across the little screen, showing his sons defiling her in every way she could imagine, and even several she'd tried desperately to forget,—such as the weekend they'd attached a remote-controlled egg vibrator to her and used it to torture her on and off at random intervals.

Worst of all, these weren't private files from his gallery. He was on some website she'd never seen before. Everything that'd been done to her wasn't recorded as private spank bank material... it had been uploaded online without her even knowing!

Fortunately, much of it was censored with hastily edited black cubes to hide the faces of everyone, or outright cropped to conceal heads, but that was hardly a saving grace. Every other inch of her naked body was on display, and from all kinds of different angles across hundreds of pictures and dozens of snippets. The username of the account read "Goldifox18"; an obvious reference to her beautiful, blonde locks, species, and adolescent age all in one. Combine that with the specific fur pattern of white and orange on her legs, and it wouldn't be very hard for someone from her school to figure out it was her if they happened to stumble across whatever gross site this was.

Cassie was stunned by the sheer volume of it all. There was so much content already there and clickable. An endless row of thumbnails chock full of nothing but the most intimate parts of her body on full display in center frame, clearly designed to draw the eye of aroused men... and that was just the sidebar for recommended viewing! The actual posts themselves were so much worse. Numerous pieces were devoid of any censorship or cropping at all, showing her face in full. Even though they were labeled as 'unlisted' under the title, Cassie's heart still skipped a beat each and every time she saw herself fully identifiable on the screen after a swipe of her stepdad's thumb. After all, there was no way to censor faces when the entire video was a close-up headshot of her getting a cock stuffed all the way into the back of her mouth. That thick, veiny boymeat jumping and pulsing repeatedly inside her maw as it unleashed down her throat, then pulling out to let her gasp for air and cough some of it back up with streams of cum sputtering lewdly off her chin and onto the floor.

A close-up, HD still image of her pussy with two crocodile fingers pushing up inside her to the knuckle.

A twenty-nine-second video clip of her being fucked in a stand-and-carry position getting bounced up and down on what was clearly Zeedin's shaft, his hands clutched under her thighs and pulling them open as he lifted her up, then dropped her back down on his cock over and over.

A full-frontal, uncensored still image of her bare breasts being greedily mashed together by scalie hands reaching around from behind while she looked up into the camera scared and crying.

Another still image of her sitting on the floor completely naked, her hands gripping her own ankles and pulling her legs out into a perfect splits exactly like a stretching warm-up from cheer practice while someone's arm jutted in from out of frame and parted her pussy with a thumb and finger, displaying the intimate pink inside right to the camera.

Another video clip, totally uncensored and forty seconds long that showed her laying on her back in her own bed with one stepbrother pinning her by the shoulders and sloppily, messily French-kissing her on the mouth while a second stepbrother was prone down between her forced-open thighs and kissing her the exact same way on the lips of her pussy, the sounds of herself gagging and whimpering as she was devoured from both ends at once coming through the phone's audio channel and filling the office with the playback of her sobbing, choked moans.

On and on and on it went. Pic after pic, clip after clip, swiping and swiping and swiping and there was just always more of it ready to be shown at the mere tap of a claw on his phone screen.

Why had she ever come in here? How stupid could she have been? It was so disgusting to know he'd been beating off to everything his boys had been doing to her all this time, and now he had her nestled around his cock and was showing her his personal favorites album directly from the account they'd uploaded her nightmare to. He whispered soothing, smiled compliments into her ear all the while, as though that broken, teary-eyed, teenage fox girl on the other side of his screen getting mercilessly wrecked was par for the course and didn't phase him at all.

"Look at that... you're such a pro, sweetie," he murmured softly, thumb brushing along her nipple under her nightshirt. The screen depicted a video of her being fucked up against the wall face-to-face with Trekan, his left hand around the front of her neck, his right grabbing her calf and raising it high to point straight up to the ceiling—taking obvious advantage of her cheerleader flexibility. The camera sat at knee level, pointed up at her pussy and showing the full details of it being repeatedly fed a log of crocodile meat, capturing every second of the penetration at the most revealing angle possible.

Cassie's biological dad had been a massive loser that just wanted to get his rocks off and bail, but that seemed innocent and easily forgivable now compared to this. Her stepdad was using his new wife's teenage daughter as a cock sleeve just because he could, and doing it while actively blackmailing her into keeping quiet. Fucking her sweet and gentle while watching playback after playback of his sons fucking her brutal and vicious! He'd knowingly crafted a ploy with them to condemn her to dozens of hours of unimaginably heinous sexual exploitation every single week, then had his sons feed all the material back to him so he could look at all of it while stroking that very same massive, crocodile dick that was currently cramming itself up against the entrance to her womb.

It wasn't even proper sex. He was barely moving his hips. He just wanted to keep her wrapped around his dick like a stationary cock warmer, his bulbous tip smooshing into her cervix, lewdly smearing it with his precum back, forth, and all around from his tepid, curling, upward-humps. The soft, grinding movements rubbed his cock around inside her while she sat trapped and breathless on it, making sure she felt as much of his size as possible while he snuggled her into his broad chest from behind.

"Uu-uuuuhh... aauuuuuuuuuhh!!" Cassie moaned throatily, half out of her mind from just how big he was, and how deep he was going. Her body was so clearly not meant for this. After all her stepbrothers had already done to her, being impaled on the oversized breeding rod of a crocodile nearly thirty years her senior somehow still felt brand new as it's girth slowly, lovingly tenderized her insides until they felt raw and electric to even the slightest shift. The walls of her cavity flexed and jumped, squeezing down on him with every little snug, fidgeting movement he made while buried up inside her. He was so filling that she was certain this would've hurt if she hadn't been turned into a well-used rapeslut for the past eight weeks straight.

And then... seemingly out of nowhere, he was cumming. Despite how little friction had even been involved, she was apparently more than tight enough to push him over the edge from just his reserved, humping gyrations alone.

A powerful, plentiful splash of his climax suddenly shot forth inside her, followed by another, and another, and another. Her pussy was flooded to the brim after just two throbbing deposits, all the rest of his load quickly seeping out of her around his cock and falling into a gunking mess that flowed over the edge of his chair and pooled on the floor between his big, clawed feet.

He didn't budge a single inch—not one muscle—as he came and came, the self-restraint as he rode out his orgasm a distinctly unique experience for Cassie. Nothing like how any of his sons moved about or hunched forward or jolted their hips a final few times when they were finishing with her.

Cassie's eyes widened with a heavy gasp as she felt his immense load pouring through her, her head snapping down to take in the source of such an alien sensation, shot after shot of heavy white fluids unapologetically spraying her insides to an immediate overflow that rapidly leaked out at the stretched lips of her cunt speared open around his cock. She looked down at her own crotch watching unbelievable gobs of his release spilling out of her into a filthy mess, seeing it drizzle excessively down his thighs and shlupping off the chair to rest under her dangling toes.

How could she ever tell anyone now? This was so gross... so final. The size of him compared her. The amount of cum he was still unleashing. The fact she wasn't even fully naked and still had her pajama shirt and socks on. She hadn't even struggled one little bit at any point as he'd fucked her! If any of this ever came to light, there'd be no escaping what her peers would say about her in secret, no matter what key context was added to the tale...

And for a shy, socially reserved girl like Cassie... somehow, that thought was just as horrible a thing as being held down in her stepdad's lap while he dumped a comically oversized load of cum straight up into her teen pussy, a breathy, pleasured groan from his huge snout brushing over her hair as he enjoyed the full breadth of forbidden pleasure offered from thoroughly snuggle-fucking her smaller body. She just couldn't look away from the hefty dollops of his cum dribbling out of her stuffed little snatch and streaming freely down his balls into a gooey, wretched puddle running off the chair and onto the ground. He just kept cumming!

The hypotheticals haunted her even as he held her tightly into his chest and used her convulsing cooch like a milking glove to finish himself all the way off, his shaft finally ceasing its jumps and flexes inside her. If anything about this ever left this house, she knew exactly what the unspoken rumors would be; those cruel, hushed whispers among the school's bigger cliques that you'd only ever hear if you were a part of them...

'Cassie Tanna Bircham: Dad-fucker.'

Cassie sat still as a statue in her seat, leaning slightly to her right and maintaining an intensely concentrated thousand-yard-stare at the upper half of the classroom wall in front of her.

That had to have been it! That must've been the moment her fate was sealed. Some sort of quiet something flipped upside down within her that night—a strange and unknowable something that made her give up ever seeking an escape again! Not after such a filthy, sticky, messy deluge of a punishment hosing down her insides just for having tried once.

Cassie had resigned herself to her secret hell the moment her stepdad finally lifted her off his cock and she felt that alien emptiness that was like no other, her vaginal canal slowly deflating back to its normal shape—closing its yawning gape, then twitching a few times while leveled just above his spent and drenched member that pointed proudly up at her gummed and dripping fuck-hole.

She remembered feeling so indescribably... different once he'd casually set her back down onto her own two feet, then watched her shakily hobble her way out of his office and bumble back down the hall to her bathroom for an emergency, late-night shower. Globs of his load drooled out of her sore, sensitive cunt and fell onto the floorboards with every step she took on frail legs of jelly.

Cassie took a deep inhale of breath through her nose as the tale-end of that vivid memory trotted across the front of her imagination, recalling how she'd felt—both physically down below and psychologically up in her head—granting her the answer she'd been seeking since walking into class.

Yes, that had to be it! That just had to be the point of no return! And it made perfect sense, too! After all, what else could've possibly come after that moment besides the start of her journey to experiment with any and all possible coping mechanisms for however much more she would have to endure?

...And any coping mechanism was on the table after a dicking like that... even if it lead to shameful self-fingerbangs at school that showed no signs of stopping.

A loud sounding of the bell made Cassie jump in her seat, her green eyes flashing over to Mr. Thulwark to check if he'd noticed her spacing out in his classroom.

"Most of you did poorly on equation six yesterday," boomed the big black drake in his thunderous, monotone voice, "but we're moving on anyway. The Powerpoint is on the website. Review it at home if your score was below seventy-two," said Mr. Thulwark, switching on the classroom tv with a comparatively tiny remote in his enormous claws.

Cassie silently complimented herself for taking care of her shameful business the period prior. Mr. Thulwark would never put up with a fifteen-minute bathroom break from a student. Better yet, she could actually focus now, and her final period of the day carried her peacefully to its normal, uninteresting conclusion, with Cassie soaking up every slow second of it with earnest joy.

She longed for normalcy now; craved it, even.

School was out come the end of Algebra, and that could only mean one thing for Cassie.

She pressed her forearm into the push bar of the building's front doors and stepped out into the sun, her backpack strapped over a single shoulder.

A huge crowd of students loitered on the curb, loosely boxed into distinct circles of boisterous socializing as they waited to board their ride home.

Cassie strutted out onto the pavement between the line-up of yellow buses, her tail swishing nervously behind her as she walked by each and every one, glancing up through the high, sliding windows.

A young otter-boy waved to her from one of the buses as she walked by. She vaguely recognized him from ceramics—or maybe P.E.—and waved back with a longing in her heart that she kept from showing on her face.

Even now, it was still nice to get some friendly recognition for her role as a school cheerleader, even if she hadn't the faintest idea who was giving it. Cassie would take as many doses of that sweet, precious normalcy as she could get.

Breaching the front of the bus row and out to the far end of the parking lot, she couldn't help spotting it out of the corner of her eye in barely two seconds flat.

There it was. That cursed, dark green hummer with the water splash decals on its sides and full-tint windows all around.

They never let her take the bus home anymore. They always picked her up instead now. She'd tried taking the bus once anyway, pretending like she hadn't seen them in the parking lot... but they'd made sure she deeply regretted that decision starting the moment she got home.

They'd bound her up in her own bed with a vibrator strapped directly over her clit and left on the entire night, leaving her to shriek and pant and wheeze her way through orgasm after orgasm until she couldn't even think anymore. She was outright delirious come sunrise, babbling for mercy through a mouth gag, pleading with crazy eyes for them to turn it off the moment they stepped back into her room seven hours later in the early morning. They made her apologize before agreeing to untruss her, but not before taking their turns to fuck her with the toy still on and attached—seven different crocodile cocks burying in her one after the other, pushing in and out of her sopping, over-sensitive pussy directly beneath the torturous bud of the device latched onto her mound and buzzing maddeningly away right over her clit through every thrust she took. Each of them had dumped a hot load of cum inside her that morning, then made her thank them individually for it with a kiss on the mouth that she had to lean forward and give all on her own before the last piece of bondage would finally come off.

There'd been no choice in the matter. She'd had to skip school that day. She'd gotten no sleep at all, and her bedding needed two whole laundry cycles before it was truly clean.

Cassie never took the bus again after that.

Nervous fingers tightened their grip on the strap of her backpack, and she approached the hummer, standing at its door.

Cassie hoped to death that just for one single day, she could see that car door open to reveal nobody but a lone driver inside, granting her at least one single trip home in peace. Just one! ...But that day was not today.

The hummer door swung out, and she saw Bate and Arlos sitting in the backseat. They ushered her in with gesturing claws and a hungry silence that she was way too familiar with.

Cassie paused, staring at them... then took in a deep, steadying breath and climbed inside.

She was quickly shuffled over Arlos' lap and made to sit in the middle between each of them, with Bate snaking a hand around her back to curl over her left ribcage while Arlos put a threatening hand on her thigh and squeeeeezed.

As soon as the car door slammed shut, she was jerked to her side by the strong hands of her two likeminded, crocodilian stepbrothers. Bate pulled her upper half into his chest, making her bolt a hand out onto his knee to catch herself. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her head up to look at him, his free hand reaching down and instantly pawing at her chest. At the same time, Arlos immediately grabbed both her ankles, lifting them up into his lap and pulling her shoes and socks off.

"How was your day?" Bate asked her casually while squeezing down on her tits through her shirt.

"Fine..." Cassie murmured in a small, defeated voice.

Arlos trailed his palms luridly up her fuzzy legs and under her dress skirt, growling flirtatiously as his hands ascended to reveal her underwear to himself, then swiftly hooking two fingers behind the gusset of her panties like he'd done it a thousand times before and pulling them down and off her feet. He lifted her left leg up and maneuvered it behind his head, hooking her calf over his shoulder to keep her naked pussy accessible to him, smiling to himself at the sight of her pink cooch sitting out in the open—right in his lap—and beautifully framed under the rumples of her bunched-up skirt.

Cassie's breathing deepened, feeling Arlos raise her leg up until her knee was beside his head so he could have her lower half all to himself. Even to this day, it still scared her knowing something was about to be done to her intimates that she wasn't able to see, the apprehension of it having been thoroughly conditioned into her after so very many hellish experiences. Would it be a painful slap? A sensual finger rub? An immediate tongue insertion? A vibrating toy she couldn't tell he was holding? The uncertainty was always torture, but Bate's grip on the back of her neck was not about to let her glance over and check.

Bate stared into her eyes, quiet and threatening, his gaze glancing down at her cleavage, then rudely, unceremoniously dipping his hand down through the top of her shirt to further grope her tits with direct scale-on-fur contact as the hummer took a right turn and pulled out onto the road, all three of them shifting a little in the backseat as the two crocodiles kept Cassie firmly in their grasp.

Arlos fished his phone out of his pocket and instantly trained it on the up-skirt view of her exposed vulva, the fingers of his other hand wasting no time darting forward to fiddle and fondle with her bared pussy lips. Spreading them apart with two fingers. Plucking and stretching the pink petals from each side. Rubbing slow, methodical circles over her clitoral hood. Pressing his thumb all the way into her cavity as far as it would go, then curling and uncurling it to grind up against her squishy internal walls. He held his phone camera three inches away and watched his exploitative fingers playing with her pussy through the recording screen, an arrogant, toothy smile sprung along his huge snout while his eyes stayed locked on the live capture.

Bate released his hand from the back of her neck and instead brought it up to her head, grabbing a vicious fistful of her hair and pulling back on it to keep her muzzle angled up toward his. He forced his lips over hers, his big nose pressing into her small black one, kissing her coarsely on the mouth. His larger muzzle utterly dominated her own, macking his lips down on hers repeatedly and moaning possessively into the oral embrace. He deliberately made the kiss as sloppy and gross and noisy and aggressive as possible, shoving his tongue past her teeth and teasing her gag reflex in a rhythmic pumping motion, his other hand still stuffed down the front of her shirt and mauling her tits back and forth beneath the cotton fabric.

Shit... Cassie cursed to herself.

They were really antsy today, and antsy in the car meant they couldn't wait to get her home... and whenever they couldn't wait to get her home, that only ever spelled hours of trouble for Cassie starting the very minute she stepped through the front door. Just by how impatient they'd been in getting their hands on her before the car engine even started, she could predict what was waiting for her at home. It'd happened this way enough times by now.

Fuck... one of these days again! thought Cassie as she endured the whims of the two burly crocodile thugs gluttonously using her according to their differing interests, each of them silently taking what they wanted from her teenage flesh while totally disconnected from the other brother doing the exact same at her other end.

It was gonna be nothing but this for the whole car ride home, and then a lot more until bed. Hopefully this time they'd at least let her take off her backpack before they started taking turns with her.

Cassie definitely wasn't going to get any homework done tonight, but what else was new?